Nebuchadnezzar the king was astonished, and rose up in haste, and spake, and said unto his counselors, Daniel 3:24–25
Did not we cast three men bound into the midst of the fire? They answered and said unto the king,
True, O king. He answered and said,
Lo, I see four men loose, walking in the midst of the fire, and they have no hurt; and the form of the fourth is like the Son of God.
Words: Charles Wesley (1707–1788), in The Unpublished Poetry of Charles Wesley, by S. T. Kimbrough, Jr., & Oliver A. Beckerlegge (Nashville, Tennessee: Abingdon Press, 1992), pages 129–30.
Where is the God of Shadrach? Where
Abednego’s and Meshach’s Power,
Through whom we may the furnace bear,
The violence of hell’s hottest hour!
Be Thou omnipotently near,
Whose form is as the Son of Man,
Amidst the raging flames appear,
And all their burning power restrain.
Thou knowest, O Lord, in Thy great name,
Unshaken confidence we have,
Send us the promised help we claim,
Now, Jesus, and forever, save.
The world’s infernal king exclaims,
Whose image we disdained t’adore,
At his command the furnace flames,
Flames seven times hotter than before.
His mighty chiefs have cast us in,
Behold, ye heathen, and admire,
Loose from our bands we here are seen
And walk unhurt amidst the fire.
We walk throughout our evil day,
Our Leader in the furnace see,
The lambent flames around us play,
And own the present Deity.