I Found It Hard Work Now To

Hope Is Never Ill When Faith Is Well.

This Hill Though High I Covent Ascend; The Difficulty Will Not Me Offend; For I Perceive The Way Of Life Lies Here. Come, Pluck Up, Heart; Let's Neither Faint Nor Fear.

I Am Now A Man Of Despair, Rejected, Abandoned, Shut Up In This Iron Cage From Which There Is No Escape.

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.

Sincerity Carries The Soul In All Simplicity To Open Its Heart To God.