Behold, O Christian! to the life displayed
The pilgrim's progress through this evil world;
The many foes by which he is delayed,
Apollyon's fiery darts against him hurled,
The vain allurements of the city spread
Like fowler's net to take him in their snare,
Its riches and its pomps, to which are wed
The souls of men; the castle of Despair
With dungeon deep, and Error's fatal hill.
And friends behold, who help the pilgrim here,
And arm him 'gainst his foes with heavenly skill;
Fair visions too his fainting spirit cheer,
The land of Beulah, and the city bright
To which he goes, revealed to human sight!