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