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1 With holy Fear, and humble 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 Vengeance there.
3 Eternal Plagues and heavy Chains,
Tormenting Racks, and fiery Coals,
And Darts t' inflict immortal Pains,
Dy'd 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 both thy 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;
Sinners, obey the Saviour's call;
Else your Damnation hastens on,
And Hell gapes wide to wait your fall.
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First Line: | With holy Fear, and humble Song |
Title: | Hell, or the Vengeance of GOD |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1774 |