TRUE VALOUR
Who would true Valour see,Let him come hither;One here will constant be,Come Wind, come Weather.There’s noDiscouragement,Shall make him onceRelent,His first avow’dIntent,To be a Pilgrim.Who so beset him round,With dismalStorys,Do but themselves confound;His Strength themore is.NoLyoncan him fright,He’l with aGyantFight,But he will have a right,To be a Pilgrim.Hobgoblin,nor foulFiend,Candaunthis Spirit:He knows, heat the end,Shall Life Inherit.Then Fancies fly away,He’l fear not what men say,He’llabor Night and Day,To be a Pilgrim.
Who would true Valour see,Let him come hither;One here will constant be,Come Wind, come Weather.There’s noDiscouragement,Shall make him onceRelent,His first avow’dIntent,To be a Pilgrim.Who so beset him round,With dismalStorys,Do but themselves confound;His Strength themore is.NoLyoncan him fright,He’l with aGyantFight,But he will have a right,To be a Pilgrim.Hobgoblin,nor foulFiend,Candaunthis Spirit:He knows, heat the end,Shall Life Inherit.Then Fancies fly away,He’l fear not what men say,He’llabor Night and Day,To be a Pilgrim.
Who would true Valour see,Let him come hither;One here will constant be,Come Wind, come Weather.There’s noDiscouragement,Shall make him onceRelent,His first avow’dIntent,To be a Pilgrim.
Who would true Valour see,
Let him come hither;
One here will constant be,
Come Wind, come Weather.
There’s noDiscouragement,
Shall make him onceRelent,
His first avow’dIntent,
To be a Pilgrim.
Who so beset him round,With dismalStorys,Do but themselves confound;His Strength themore is.NoLyoncan him fright,He’l with aGyantFight,But he will have a right,To be a Pilgrim.
Who so beset him round,
With dismalStorys,
Do but themselves confound;
His Strength themore is.
NoLyoncan him fright,
He’l with aGyantFight,
But he will have a right,
To be a Pilgrim.
Hobgoblin,nor foulFiend,Candaunthis Spirit:He knows, heat the end,Shall Life Inherit.Then Fancies fly away,He’l fear not what men say,He’llabor Night and Day,To be a Pilgrim.
Hobgoblin,nor foulFiend,
Candaunthis Spirit:
He knows, heat the end,
Shall Life Inherit.
Then Fancies fly away,
He’l fear not what men say,
He’llabor Night and Day,
To be a Pilgrim.
John Bunyan (from reprint of first edition)