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BOOK I. Pour down thy dew upon us all, That all may feel and all may live.

1 THE lion that on Samson roar d, And thirsted for his blood, With honey afterwards was stored, 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 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 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.

1 WHEN Hannah, press d with grief, Pour d forth her soul in pray r ; She quickly found relief, And left her burden there : Like her, in every trying case Let us approach the throne of grace.