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 friendships or joys will be found in that throng.
No children to brighten that long weary night
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, no God, what a terrible place
The pangs of the lost, no human can tell
Not one moment's ease-there is no rest in Hell.

Hell, the prison house of despair
Here are some things that will be there:
Fire, brimstone are there we know
For God in His Word has told us so.
Memories, remorse, suffering, and pain
Weeping, wailing, but all in vain
Blasphemers, swearers, haters of God
Sinners who rejected to be washed in the blood.
Lovers of pleasure more than God.
Christ-rejecters who here on earth have trod
Adulterers, 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
What torments and woes of eternal hell.

M. F. Rich, an atheist, cried, I would rather be on a stove and broil for a million years than to go into eternity with eternal horrors that hang over my soul. I have given my immortality for gold; and its weight sinks me into an endless, hopeless hell."

Sir Thomas Scott, on his death bed said, "Until this moment I thought there was neither a God nor a hell. Now I know and feel that there are both, and I am doomed to perdition by the just judgment of the Almighty."