Hell! ’Tis a Word of Dreadful Sound

Hell! ’tis a word of dread­ful sound;

It chills the heart and shocks the ear;

It spreads a sick­ly damp around

And makes the guil­ty quake with fear.

Far from the ut­most verge of day

Its fright­ful

gloomy re­gion lies;

Fierce flames amidst the dark­ness play

And thick sul­fur­ous va­pors rise.

Conscience

the nev­er-dy­ing worm

With con­stant tor­ture gnaws the heart

And woe and wrath

in ev­ery form

Inflame the wounds

in­crease the smart.

The wretch­es rave

o’er­whelmed with woe

And bite their ev­er­last­ing chains;

But with their rage their tor­ments grow

Resentment but aug­ments their pains.

Sad world in­deed! what heart can bear

Hopeless

in all these pains to lie;

Racked with vex­ation

grief

des­pair

And ev­er dy­ing

nev­er die!

Lord

save a guil­ty soul from hell

Who seeks Thy par­don­ing

cleans­ing blood;

O let me in Thy king­dom dwell

To praise my Sav­ior and my God.