Hell! 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 or joy will be found in that throng;
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, no pardon or grace;
No water; Oh God, what a terrible place!
The pangs of the lost no human can tell
Not one moment's peace - there is no rest in hell.
Hell! HELL! The prison house of despair;
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:
Blasphemers, swearers, haters of God,
Christ-rejectors while here on earth trod;
Murders, gamblers, drunkards and liars;
Will have their 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 toments and woes of eternal Hell!