THE HORRORS OF HELLHELL, the prison house of despair; Here are some things that won't be there: No flowers will bloom on the banks of hell, No beauties of nature we love so well; No comforts of home, music and song, No friendship of joy will be found in the throng; No children to brighten the long weary night, No love nor peace, nor one ray of light; No blood-washed soul with face beaming bright, No loving smile in that region of night; No mercy, no pity, pardon nor grace, No water, Oh God, what a terrible place! The pangs of the lost no human can tell, Not one moment's ease--there's no rest in HELL!
Here are some things that will be there:
Fire and brimstone are there, we know,
For God in His word hath told us so,
Memory, remorse, suffering, and pain,
Weeping and wailing, but all in vain;
Blasphemer, swearer, hater of God,
Christ-rejector while here on earth trod.
Murderer, gambler, drunkard, and liar,
Will have his part in the lake of fire;
The filthy, the vile, the cruel and mean,
What a horrible mob in hell will be seen;
Yes, more than humans on earth can tell,
Are the torments and woes of eternal HELL!
HELL, the prison house of despair;