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. The original text from Pilgrim???s Progress: Who would true valour see, Let him come hither; One here will constant be, Come wind, come weather There???s no discouragement Shall make him once relent His first avowed intent To be a pilgrim. Whoso beset him round With dismal stories Do but themselves confound; His strength the more is. No lion can him fright, He???ll with a giant fight, He will have a right To be a pilgrim. Hobgoblin nor foul fiend Can daunt his spirit, He knows he at the end Shall life inherit. Then fancies fly away, He???ll fear not what men say, He???ll labor night and day To be a pilgrim.