Oh, The Horrid Tragedy

Tune of: Rock of Ages, Cleft for Me (Toplady); Thomas Hastings, 1784-1872
Mark 9:44, 48; Rev. 20:10, 15

Oh, the horrid tragedy, when the sinner disbelieves.
Where the worm their never dies, Where the fire; they burn alive.
God of wrath is justified, where the sinner longs to die.

End of mercy, end of grace; there the soul no longer taste,
Who rejected cornerstone, Jesus Christ, who died alone.
Place of sin, the horrid curse, they will suffer timeless thirst.

There a final Devil's hell, where the gospel won't expel.
Where the smoke shall rise in praise of the goodness God has made.
If the sinner now could see, untold future misery.

Will you turn from unbelief; will you die a wretched thief?
Come to Jesus and be saved, do not go to Satan's grave.
At the cross Christ died for sin; rose from death, thy soul to win.