A mighty king in days of old
A golden image reared;
And men to worship it were told,
As they his anger feared.
A burning fiery furnace he
Commanded to be made;
And cast in that sad place should be
With idol worshippers around,
Of Jewish children three,
True servants of the Lord, were found
Who would not bend the knee.
Their bodies to be burned they gave,
Nor shrunk from fiery pain;
For well they knew their God could save,
Or strengthen, or sustain.
What sight of wonder and of awe,
There met the monarch’s gaze!
Unbound, unhurt, four men he saw
Walk ’mid the fiery blaze.
O! well we know the wondrous tale;
The Son of God was there.
His servants’ trust He did not fail,
Who numbers every hair.
And now, as then, His arm is strong
To succour and defend;
And they may sing the victor’s song,
Enduring to the end.