Common Tune

Hymn

He Who Would Valiant Be

MONKS GATE · 6.5.6.5.6.6.6.5 · words John Bunyan · music English traditional (adapted by Ralph Vaughan Williams)

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He Who Would Valiant Be Spir stor as Thy mal it, ies ter, all dis us with 'gainst dis with Lord, so who 3. Since, 2. Who 1. He de him iant be fend round Thou be would val dost set her more Mas in the it. is. ter. low strength shall his fol the life know but him We Do Let the con stan end, found cy we them in at selves con what gi once not with him I'll men ants re fear he make say, fight, lent no foes shall dis though fan Then No There's ment cies way! might; flee stay cour shall a his age be be be a a a day right tent to to to pil pil pil grim. grim. grim. la will first He I'll His and his in make bor a vowed night good John Bunyan, 1684 MONKS GATE 6.5.6.5.6.6.6.5 English traditional (adapted by Ralph Vaughan Williams)

1.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.

2.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.

3.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.

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