He Who Would Valiant Be (Monks Gate – 3 Verses) – Orchestra

He Who Would Valiant Be ~ Lyrics

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 labour night and day to be a pilgrim.

Meter: 65 65 65 65. Lyricist: Percy Dearmer (1867 – 1936) after John Bunyan (1628 – 1688). Public Domain.

Recording

  • Tune: Monks Gate, a traditional English melody by an unknown composer collected by Ralph Vaughan Williams (1872 – 1958). Arranged by Richard M.S. Irwin. Melody Public Domain.
  • Performance Copyright ℗ 2014 Richard M S Irwin. Certain rights reserved.
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Original Text by John Bunyan from Pilgrim’s Progress

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
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.

Hobgoblin nor foul fiend can daunt his spirit,
He knows he at the end shall life inherit.
Then fancies fly away, he’ll fear not what men say,
He’ll labour night and day to be a pilgrim