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Hell is terrible!
-Spurgeon, "A Call to the Unconverted"
The harps of heaven play sweet melodies-
but to you they bring no joy,
though the angels are repeating the Savior's
welcome to his saints--
"Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your
inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the
creation of the world."
You, lost one, have had that moments' respite,
and now his face is gathering clouds of wrath,
the thunder is on his brow.
He looks on you that have despised him,
you that scoffed his grace, and scorned his mercy,
you that mocked his cross,
you that would not have him to reign over you--
and with a voice louder than ten thousand thunders, he cries,
"Depart from me, you who are cursed,
into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels."
And then- No, I will not follow you.
I will not tell of quenchless flames-
I will not talk of miseries of the body,
and tortures for the spirit.
But hell is terrible!
Damnation is doleful!
Oh, escape! escape!
Escape, lest certainly, being where you are,
you should have to learn what the horrors of eternity must
mean, in the gulf of everlasting perdition!
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