C.M.
1
A mighty king in days of old
A golden image reared;
And men to worship it were told,
As they his anger feared.
2
A burning fiery furnace he
Commanded to be made;
And cast in that sad place should be
Whoever disobeyed.
3
With idol worshippers around,
Of Jewish children three,
True servants of the Lord, were found
Who would not bend the knee.
4
Their bodies to be burned they gave,
Nor shrunk from fiery pain;
For well they knew their God could save,
Or strengthen, or sustain.
5
What sight of wonder and of awe,
There met the monarch’s gaze!
Unbound, unhurt, four men he saw
Walk ’mid the fiery blaze.
6
O! well we know the wondrous tale;
The Son of God was there.
His servants’ trust He did not fail,
Who numbers every hair.
7
And now, as then, His arm is strong
To succour and defend;
And they may sing the victor’s song,
Enduring to the end.
