II.XLIV. Hell; or, vengeance of God

1 With holy fear and humbler song,
The dreadful God our souls adore;
Rev'rence and awe become the tongue
That speaks the terrors of his pow'r.

2 Far in the deep where darkness dwells
The land of horror and despair,
Justice has built a dismal hell,
And laid her stores of veng'ance there.

3 [Eternal plagues and heavy chains,
Tormenting racks and fi'ry coals,
And darts t' inflict immortal pains,
Dipt in the blood of damned souls.

4 There Satan the first sinner lies,
And roars, and bites his iron bands;
In vain the rebel strives to rise,
Crush'd with the weight of heavenly hands.]

5 There guilty ghosts, of Adam's race,
Shriek out, and howl beneath thy rod;
Once they could scorn a Saviour's grace,
But they incens'd a dreadful God.

6 Tremble, my soul, and kiss the Son;
Sinner, obey the Saviour's call;
Else your damnation hastens on,
And opening hell awaits your fall.

Text Information
First Line: With holy fear and humbler song
Title: Hell; or, vengeance of God
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1793
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