HELL - Catherine Dangell

Hell, the prisonhouse 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 love 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 humans can tell,
Not one moment’s ease- there is no rest in Hell.

Hell, the prisonhouse 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-rejecter while here on earth trod;
Murderer, gamblerm 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 torments and woes of Eternal Hell.

Catherine Dangell