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. |
