Wesley Corpus

Page 134 Went a while securely on, Wist not that the Lord was gone, 'Till into their hands betray'd, Sport of the Philistines made, Groan'd my soul itself to feel Left by heaven, and seiz'd by hell! "The Philistines took him and put out his eyes, and bound him with fetters of brass, and he did grind in the prison-house." Judg. xvi. 21. Thine own in Samson's state behold, Impotent wretch, by sin allur'd, To Satan and his children sold, Blinded, in brasen chains secur'd, Thy loss of liberty and sight, The wages of thy folly feel, And groan consign'd to endless night, The scorn of earth, and drudge of hell! "The Philistines took him and put out his eyes, and bound him with fetters of brass, and he did grind in the prison-house." Judg. xvi. 21. Ah woe is me by lust intic'd! The Philistines their foe have found, Dreaded of late, but now despis'd, A feeble slave, in prison bound, Rul'd by my haughty tyrant's will, Forsaken by my angry Lord, Compel'd I grind at Satan's mill, And serve the sins I once abhor'd. "Howbeit the hair of his head began to grow again, after he was shaven." Judg. xvi. 22. His anger will the Lord retain, A poor dark soul for ever leave? Gaul'd by my hellish master's chain, After a pard'ning God I grieve: Mock'd by my foes, imprison'd, blind, Of all my gracious vigour shorn; Yet lo! A springing hope I find That Jesus will at last return.