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WITHOUT CHRIST, UTTERLY LOST
-Spurgeon, "Without Christ"
Without Christ there is no hope--
Sitting wrecked upon this island rock,
the lone soul looks far away,
but marks nothing that can give it joy.
If, perchance, it fancies that a sail is in the distance,
it is soon undeceived.
The poor soul is thirsty,
and around it flows only a sea of brine,
soon to change to an ocean of fire.
It looks upward, and there is an angry God--
downward, and there are yawning gulfs--
on the right hand, and there are accusing sounds--
on the left hand, and there are tempting fiends.
It is all lost! lost! lost!
Without Christ, utterly lost!
And until Christ comes,
not a single beam of hope can make glad that anxious eye.
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