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Originally Posted by Noeatca on NFCF 05-18-2006, 10:00 AM
IN HELL
So when the cold clammy hand of your enemy, Death
Has silenced your heart, and suspended your breath
When friends bowed in grief, your dead body surround
Oh where, careless one, your poor soul will be found?
Deep down in Hell, where all Christless ones go
Immersed in despair, and surrounded with woe
Your soul will be wailing, and joining its cry
For the bonds of the lost is that bitterest sigh.
In Hell, where the flames will forever be fierce
In Hell, where the fangs of the worm ever pierce
In Hell, where the torments have never an end
In Hell, where the wicked in anguish descend.
Being carried along on that wide-way
With no eye to take pity, and no-one to save
Fierce friends will curse as you go wailing by
And they'll laugh at your anguish, and they'll mock your sad cry
Forever and ever deep down in the fire
Walls will increase and your bones will melt in the terrible mire
But your cries will not rise from the caverns of Hell
But echo along, where the dark demons dwell
Salvation was free, but you clung to your sin
And God would have saved you, had you yielded to Him
The Spirit said come but you said I won't go
And now you're in Hell, it's the thing which you enroll
In Hell, where the flames will forever be fierce
In Hell, where the fangs of the worm ever pierce
In Hell, where the torments have never an end
In Hell, where the wicked in anguish descend.
Poem that was in J. T. Pugh's sermon, "Your first night in Hell".
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