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Hymn 44

 Hell; or, The vengeance of God.
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 power.
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.
[Eternal plagues, and heavy chains, Tormenting racks, and fiery coals, And darts t' inflict immortal pains, Dyed in the blood of damned souls.
] [There Satan, the first sinner, lies, And roars, and bites his iron bands; In vain the rebel strives to rise, Crushed with the weight of both thy hands.
] There guilty ghosts of Adam's race Shriek out, and howl beneath thy rod Once they could scorn a Savior's grace, But they incensed a dreadful God.
Tremble, my soul, and kiss the Son; Sinners, obey the Savior's call; Else your damnation hastens on, And hell gapes wide to wait your fall.

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