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270 Then Satan raised his pois nous sting, And aim d his blows at me : While I, poor helpless trembling thing. Could neither fight nor flee.

7 But oh! the Saviour s pitying eye Relieved me from despair ; He saw me at the point to die, And broke the fatal snare.

8 My case his heedless saints should warn, Or cheer them if afraid ; May you from me your danger learn, And where to look for aid !

1 A LION, though by nature wild, The art of man can tame ; lie stands before his keeper mild And gentle as a lamb.

2 He watches, with submissive eye, The hand that gives him food, As if he meant to testify A sense of gratitude.

3 But man himself, who thus subdues The fiercest beasts of prey, A nature more unfeeling shows And far more fierce than they.

4 Though by the Lord preserved and fed, He proves rebellious still ; And while he eats his Maker s bread Resists his holy will.

5 Alike in vain, of grace that saves, Or threat ning law, he hears ; The savage scorns, blasphemes, and raves, But neither loves nor fears.

6 O Saviour ! how thy wondrous power By angels is proclaim d!