Spiritual Melody Containing near Three Hundred Sacred Hymns. By Benjamin Keach |
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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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