He Who Would Valiant Be

He who would val­iant be ’gainst all dis­as­ter

Let him in con­stan­cy fol­low the Mas­ter.

There’s no dis­cour­age­ment shall make him once re­lent

His first avowed intent to be a pil­grim.

Who so be­set him round with dis­mal sto­ries

Do but them­selves con­found—his strength the more is.

No foes shall stay his might; though he with gi­ants fight

He will make good his right to be a pil­grim.

Since

Lord

Thou dost de­fend us with Thy Spir­it

We know we at the end

shall life in­herit.

Then fan­cies flee away! I’ll fear not what men say

I’ll la­bor night and day to be a pil­grim.