Supported by the Word,
Though in him­self a worm,
The ser­vant of the Lord
Can won­drous acts per­form:
Without dis­may he bold­ly treads
Where’er the path of du­ty leads.

The haugh­ty king in vain,
With fu­ry on his brow,
Believers would con­strain
To gold­en gods to bow:
The fur­nace could not make them fear,
Because they knew the Lord was near.

As vain was the de­cree
Which charged them not to pray;
Daniel still bowed his knee,
And wor­shiped thrice a day:
Trusting in God, he feared not men,
Though threaten­ed with the lion’s den.

Secure they might re­fuse
Compliance with such laws,
For what had they to lose,
When God es­poused their cause?
He made the hung­ry lions crouch,
Nor dared the fire His child­ren touch.

The Lord is still the same,
A migh­ty shield and tow­er,
And they who trust His name
Are guard­ed by His pow­er:
He can the rage of li­ons tame,
And bear them harm­less through the flame.

Yet we too oft­en shrink
When tri­als are in view;
Expecting we must sink,
And ne­ver can get through.
But could we once be­lieve indeed,
From all these fears we should be freed.