Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#XXXIX

XXXIX. Hell; or, Vengeance of God

1 With holy fear, and humble song,
The dreadful God our souls adore;
Reverence and awe become the tongue
That speaks the terrors of his power.

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 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.

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

5 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 humble song
• Title: Hell; or, Vengeance of God
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790

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