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In a far away

land,



Lived a wicked

king.



He prayed to  

idols and things.



He told his

people,



Where the idol

stood.



They must pray,

and be good.



Into  a furnace,

you will go,

If you, do not bow

low.



Three christian

men,lived there,



Believed in God,



All the way from

Israel they  

trod.



Bow, the king,  

told them so,



We believe in God,

our answer is no.



Make a fire, hot  

as can be.



Who is your God?

We shall see.



Into the furnace,  

you will go,



I'll test your God,

then we will know.



In the furnace, the

king saw four.



Quickly, he shouted,

open the door.



Your God is in the

furnace, I see,



I now cancel my

decree.

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