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 lion can him fright,
He’ll with a giant fight,
He will have a right
To be a pilgrim.

Since, Lord, you will defend
us with your 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.