The lion that on Sampson roared

SAMPSON's lion by John Newton


 * 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.