Sunday, July 12, 2020

And all the trumpets sounded for him


After this it was noised abroad
That Mr Valiant for Truth
Was taken with a summons
And had this for a token that the summons was true  
'That his pitcher was broken at the fountain.'
When he understood it,
He called for his friends, and told them of it.
Then, said he, 'I am going to my Father's,
And though with great difficulty I am got hither,
Yet now I do not repent me of all the trouble
I have been at to arrive where I am.
My sword, I give to him that shall succeed me in my
pilgrimage
And my courage and skill, to him that can get it.
My marks and scars I carry with me
to be a witness for me

That I have fought his battles
Who now will be my rewarder.'
When the day that he must go hence, was come
Many accompanied him to the riverside,
Into which, as he went, he said
'Death, where is thy sting?'
And as he went down deeper, he said,
'Grave where is thy victory?'
So he passed over
And all the trumpets
And all the trumpets
Sounded, sounded
Sounded, sounded
Sounded for him
Sounded for him
Sounded for him
All the trumpets sounded for him

After this it was noised abroad that Mr Valiant-for-truth was taken with a Summons by the same Post as the other, and had this for a Token that the Summons was true, That his Pitcher was broken at the Fountain. When he understood it, he called for his Friends, and told them of it. Then said he, I am going to my Father's, and tho' with great difficulty I am got hither, yet now I do not repent me of all the Trouble I have been at to arrive where I am. My Sword I give to him that shall succeed me in my Pilgrimage, and my Courage and Skill to him that can get it. My Marks and Scars I carry with me, to be a witness for me that I have fought his Battles who now will be my Rewarder. When the day that he must go hence was come, many accompanied him to the Riverside, into which as he went he said, Death, where is thy Sting? And as he went down deeper he said, Grave, where is thy Victory? So he passed over, and all the Trumpets sounded for him on the other side. (Pilgrim's Progress, by John Bunyan, [1678], Section X)

No comments:

Post a Comment

Comments are moderated. I will gladly approve any comment that responds directly and politely to what has been posted.