The lion that on Sampson roared, And thirsted for his blood; With honey afterwards was stored, And furnished him with food. | Believers, as they pace along, With many lions meet; But gather sweetness from the strong, And from the eater, meat. | The lions rage and roar in vain, For Jesus is their shield; Their losses prove a certain gain, Their troubles comfort yield. | The world and Satan join their strength, To fill their souls with fears; But crops of joy they reap at length, From what they sow in tears. | Afflictions make them love the word, Stir up their hearts to prayer; And many precious proofs afford, Of their Redeemer’s care. | The lions roar but cannot kill, Then fear them not, my friends, They bring us, though against their will, The honey JESUS sends. | |