We well remember the hour
We well remember the day
When we witnessed unbelievable favor
When we were granted inconceivable grace
The king said, “turn up the fire”
After we had said, “we’ll never bow down”
What they saw when the flames grew higher
Will forever be the talk of the town
So, take it from me, meshach
My friend shadrach, and our friend abednego
Take it from me, meshach
My friend shadrach, and our friend abednego
There’s not a fiery furnace
Where the lord himself will not go
Take it from me, meshach
My friend shadrach, and our friend abednego
You say you feel alone in the struggle
There’s no one there to bear the load
Forsaken in the furnace of trouble
You’re wondering, “where is the lord?”
Friend, if you’d a’ been there to see us
You’d ‘a been completely amazed
When that fourth man stepped in between us
We never felt the heat of the flame
So, take it from me, meshach
My friend shadrach, and our friend abednego
Take it from me, meshach
My friend shadrach, and our friend abednego
There’s not a fiery furnace
Where the lord himself will not go
Take it from me, meshach
My friend shadrach, and our friend abednego