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 !
93.
The tamed Lion.
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!
