The Pilgrim

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.

- John Bunyan

Serve the King,
Jonathan S.