Spiritual Melody Containing near Three Hundred Sacred Hymns. By Benjamin Keach |
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| 146. | HYMN 146.
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HYMN 146.
[No light, but darkness there doth dwell!]
The Second Part.
No light, but darkness there doth dwell!
No peace, but horror strange:
Ah! they who once do come to Hell,
Will find a dismal change;
No peace, but horror strange:
Ah! they who once do come to Hell,
Will find a dismal change;
A fiery Lake, a Furnace hot,
A Burning Oven too
It is compared in God's Word,
And thither Sinners go.
A Burning Oven too
It is compared in God's Word,
And thither Sinners go.
And further, God to shew their state
Who in their sins do die,
Compares it to burning Brimstone,
To shew their misery.
Who in their sins do die,
Compares it to burning Brimstone,
To shew their misery.
And as a stinking steam and smoak
Of Brimstone bad does smell,
And blinds the Eyes, and Stomach choaks,
So are the pangs of Hell.
Of Brimstone bad does smell,
And blinds the Eyes, and Stomach choaks,
So are the pangs of Hell.
To see a Sea of Brimstone burn,
Would it you not affright?
But they whom God to Hell doth turn,
Are in a worser plight.
Would it you not affright?
But they whom God to Hell doth turn,
Are in a worser plight.
This burning cannot quenched be,
No, not with Tears of Blood;
No mournful groans in misery
Will there do any good.
No, not with Tears of Blood;
No mournful groans in misery
Will there do any good.
O damned Sinners see your fate,
The Day of Grace is done;
Repentance now is much too late,
All mercy's fled and gone.
The Day of Grace is done;
Repentance now is much too late,
All mercy's fled and gone.
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2. The Second Part.
Hell a Prison.
1 Pet. 3. 19. The Spirits in Prison.
Hell also, in another place,
Is call'd a Prison too;
And all to snew the woful case
Of such sin doth undo:
Is call'd a Prison too;
And all to snew the woful case
Of such sin doth undo:
Which Prison, with its Lock and Barrs
Of God's lasting Decree,
Will hold them fast; O how this marrs
All thoughts of being free.
Of God's lasting Decree,
Will hold them fast; O how this marrs
All thoughts of being free.
Out of these brazen Barrs may they
The Saints in glory see;
But this will not their grief allay,
But to them torment be.
The Saints in glory see;
But this will not their grief allay,
But to them torment be.
Those Chains that darkness on them hangs,
Still ratling in their Ears,
Creates within them heavy pangs,
And still augments their Tears.
Still ratling in their Ears,
Creates within them heavy pangs,
And still augments their Tears.
Thus hopeless of all remedy,
They dyingly do sink
Into the Jaws of Misery,
And Seas of Sorrows drink;
They dyingly do sink
Into the Jaws of Misery,
And Seas of Sorrows drink;
For being fill'd on every side
With helplesness and grief,
Headlong into despair they slide,
Bereft of all relief.
With helplesness and grief,
Headlong into despair they slide,
Bereft of all relief.
The Third Part.
Hell a bottomless Pit.
And Hell also is call'd a Pit.
Prepar'd for those that die
The Second Death, a term most fit
To shew their misery.
Prepar'd for those that die
The Second Death, a term most fit
To shew their misery.
A Pit that's bottomless is this,
A Gulph of grief and woe,
A Dungeon which they cannot miss,
That will them quite undo.
A Gulph of grief and woe,
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That will them quite undo.
Thus without stay they always sink,
Thus fainting till they fail;
Despair they up like water drink,
These Prisoners have no Bail.
Thus fainting till they fail;
Despair they up like water drink,
These Prisoners have no Bail.
Here meets them now that Worm that gnaws,
And plucks their Bowels out;
The pit too on them shuts her Jaws,
This dreadful is no doubt.
And plucks their Bowels out;
The pit too on them shuts her Jaws,
This dreadful is no doubt.
This ghastly Worm is guilt of sin,
Which on their Conscience feeds,
With Vipers Teeth both sharp and keen,
Whereat it sorely bleeds.
Which on their Conscience feeds,
With Vipers Teeth both sharp and keen,
Whereat it sorely bleeds.
This Worm is fed by memory,
Which strictly brings to mind
All things done in their Body here,
As we in Scripture find.
Which strictly brings to mind
All things done in their Body here,
As we in Scripture find.
Their Conscience is the Slaughter-shop,
There hangs the Axe and Knife;
'Tis there the Worm doth them torment,
With most egregious strife.
There hangs the Axe and Knife;
'Tis there the Worm doth them torment,
With most egregious strife.
They sooner may drink up the Sea
Than shake off these their fears,
Or make another in one day
As big with brinish tears.
Than shake off these their fears,
Or make another in one day
As big with brinish tears.
They sooner may the Stars account
Than loose their dismal bands,
Or tell the number of their Hairs,
Or number of the Sands
Than loose their dismal bands,
Or tell the number of their Hairs,
Or number of the Sands
Of the Sea-shore, as see the end
Of their sad misery;
O Sinners fear and tremble all!
Think on Eternity.
Of their sad misery;
O Sinners fear and tremble all!
Think on Eternity.
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