HELL ! the prison house ...

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 that 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; O 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! 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;

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!

Yes, more than humans on earth can tell,

Are torments and woes of eternal HELL!


-Catherine Dangell