God Of Thine Israels Faithful Three


God of thine Israel’s faithful three,
Who braved the tyrant’s ire,
Who nobly scorned to bow the knee,
And walked, unhurt, in fire:
Oh, breathe their faith into my breast,
In every trying hour;
And stand, O Son of Man, confessed
In all thy saving power!

While thou, Almighty Lord, art nigh,
My soul disdains to fear;
Both sin and Satan I defy,
Still impotently near:
The earth and hell their wars may wage–
I mark their vain design:
And calmly smile to see them rage
Against a child of thine.