The Burning Fiery Furnace: By The Royal Command Songtext
von Benjamin Britten

By the royal decree
Of the great King of Kings
Nebuchadnezzar
There shall be set up
In the province of Babylon
An image of gold
Of height threescore cubits
The breadth thereof six cubits
An image of Marduk
The great god of Babylon
O people, nations, and languages
At what time ye hear the sound of the
Cornet, flute, harp, sackbut, psaltery Dulcimer, and all kinds of music
Ye fall down and worship the image of gold
Whoso falleth not down and worshippeth
Shall be cast into the midst of a burning fiery furnace
Exhale not thou, O Lord God of our fathers
Let thy name be glorified for evermore
For our sins we are in the hands of an unjust King
But thy ways are just and true
O deliver us, deliver us, God the Holy
Doth not thy mercy depart from us
They shall not be confounded who put their trust in thee
O help us in our loneliness