THE HORRORS OF HELL

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 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!

 

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;
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!

- Author Unknown