The lion that on Samson roared,
And thirsted for his blood,
With honey afterwards was stored,
And furnished him with food.
Believers, as they pass 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 fruits 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.