Who Would True Valour See / Fight the Good Fight

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
But he will have a right to be a pilgrim

Fight the good fight with all thy might
Christ is thy strength and Christ thy right
Lay hold on life and it shall be
Thy joy and crown eternally

Run the straight race through God's good grace
Lift up thine eyes and seek his face
Life with its path before us lies
Christ is the way and Christ the prize

Cast care aside and on thy Guide
Lean, and his mercy will provide
Lean, and the trusting soul shall prove
Christ is its life and Christ its love

Faint not nor fear, his arm is near
He changeth not and thou art dear
Only believe and thou shalt see
That Christ is all in all to thee

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