C.M.
1
The lion that on Samson roared,
And thirsted for his blood,
With honey afterwards was stored,
And furnished him with food.
2
Believers, as they pass along,
With many lions meet,
But gather sweetness from the strong,
And from the eater meat.
3
The lions rage and roar in vain,
For Jesus is their shield;
Their losses prove a certain gain,
Their troubles comfort yield.
4
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.
5
Afflictions make them love the Word,
Stir up their hearts to prayer,
And many precious fruits afford
Of their Redeemer’s care.
6
The lions roar, but cannot kill,
Then fear them not, my friends;
They bring us, though against their will,
The honey Jesus sends.
