And cast they, him, Shadrach,
And alongside, Meshach,
Bound with them, too, Abednego;
But cold raged the fire,
Even seven times hotter,
For within stood the glorious One;
Spake He to the inferno,
As though it were snow,
"Touch not these, my annointed sons."
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 7:50 AM UTC
And cast they, him, Shadrach,
And alongside, Meshach,
Bound with them, too, Abednego;
But cold raged the fire,
Even seven times hotter,
For within stood the glorious One;
Spake He to the inferno,
As though it were snow,
"Touch not these, my annointed sons."
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