The Lion That on Sampson Roared

The li­on that on Samp­son 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 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.