WHO WOULD TRUE VALOUR SEE
John Bunyan (1628-1688)

Maddy Prior


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
Who but themselves confound
His strength the more is
No lion can him fright
He'll with a giant fight
But 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 flee away
He'll fear not what men say
He'll labour night and day to be a pilgrim

(repeat first verse)