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 labor night and day To be a pilgrim. The Christian life is a pilgrimage. However, all around us—even in the church—there are myriad attempts to keep people from being pilgrims. The autonomous self of the modern