The Place Called Hell

The Place Called Hell


HELL! the prison house of despair,

Here are some things that will not 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 children to brighten that long dreary night,

No love or peace, not 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, O God, what a terrible place!

The pangs of the lost no human can tell,

Not one moments’ ease, there is 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;

Blasphemers, swearers, haters of God,

Sinners who refused to be washed in the BLOOD;

Lovers of pleasure more that of God,

Christ-rejecters while here on earth trod;

Murderers, 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!

Yea, more than humans on earth can tell,

Are torments and woes of ETERNAL HELL!

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