Hell! The prison house of despair;
Here are some of the 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 or joy will be found in that throng,
No children to brighten the long weary night;
No love, no peace, not one ray of light;
No mercy nor pity, pardon nor grace;
No water, No God, what a terrible place!
The pangs of the lost no human can tell;
Not one moment of ease—there’s no rest in hell!
Hell! The prison house of despair;
Here are some of the things that will be there:
Fire and brimstone are there, we know;
For God in his word has told us so.
Memory, remorse, suffering and pain,
Weeping and wailing, but all in vain.
Blasphemers, swearers, haters of God,
Christ rejecters while on earth they trod.
The filthy, the vile, the cruel and mean;
What a terrible mob in hell will be seen.
Yes, more than humans on earth can tell
Are the torments and woes of the eternal hell!
—Author Unknown
