In Babylon’s fierce blaze, where flames ascend,
Three voices rise, unyielding to the throne,
To Nebuchadnezzar’s will they will not bend,
Their faith in God a rock, their hearts of stone.
“O king,” they cry, “we heed not thy decree,
Our God can save us from the furnace dire,
Yet should He not, this truth shall ever be:
We spurn thy gods, we shun thy golden spire.”

No idol forged by mortal hands they’ll praise,
No power earthly sways their steadfast soul,
Through fire or death, their loyalty ablaze,
To One alone they yield, who makes them whole.
Defiant still, their words through ages ring:
“We will not serve thy gods, O mighty king.”