1 The lion that on Sampson roar'd,
And thirsted for his blood;
With honey afterwards was stor'd,
And furnish'd 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 soul 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 pray'r;
And many precious proofs 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.