HELL, PRISON Of DESPAIR
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 or song.
No friendship of joy will be found in that throng.
No children to brighten that long dreary night.
No love, no peace, nor even one ray of light.
No mercy, no pitty, pardon or grace
No water. O God what a terrible place!
The pangs of the lost no human can tell.
No moment of 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 has told us so.
Memory, remorse, suffering and pain,
Weeping and wailing, but all in vain.
Blasphemers, swearers, haters of God;
All who refused forgiveness by God.
Lovers of pleasures more than of God,
Christ rejectors while here on earth they 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.
Yea, more than humans on earth can tell,
Are the torments and woes of eternal hell.