GOD of Israel's faithful three, Who braved a tyrant's ire, Nobly scorned to bow...

GOD of Israel's faithful three, Who braved a tyrant's ire, Nobly scorned to bow the knee, And walked unhurt in fire; Breathe their faith into my breast, Arm me in this fiery hour; Stand, O Son of man, confest In all thy saving power!

Lo! on dangers, deaths, and snares I every moment tread, Hell without a veil appears, And flames around my head; Sin increases more and more, Sin in all its strength returns, Seven times hotter than before The fiery furnace burns.

But while thou, my Lord, art nigh, My soul disdains to fear; Sin and Satan I defy, Still impotently near; Earth and hell their wars may wage; Calm I mark their vain design, Smile to see them idly rage Against a child of thine.