The Three Children in the Fiery Furnace

God of Israers faithful Three,
Who braved a tyrant's ire,
Nobly scorn'd to bow their knee,
And walk'd 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.

Unto Thee, my help, my hope,
My safeguard, and my tower,
Confident I still look up,
And still receive Thy power;
All the alien's hosts I chase,
Blast, and scatter with mine eyes:
Satan comes; I turn my face,
And lo! the tempter flies!

Sin in me, the inbred foe,
Awhile subsists in chains;
But Thou all Thy power shall show,
And slay its last remains:
Thou hast conquer'd my desire;
Thou shalt quench it with Thy blood,
Fill me with a purer fire,
And change me into God.