Where the worm never dies, and the fire never goes out.
Mark 9:48
Words: StelÂla M. ThompÂson, in TidÂings of VicÂtoÂry No. 2, 1911.
Music: HenÂry W. QuillÂen (🔊
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When you stand at the throne
To reÂceive conÂdemÂnaÂtion,
Lost forÂevÂer, lost forÂevÂer,
It will then be too late
To enÂtreat His salÂvaÂtion,
Lost forÂevÂer, lost forÂevÂer
On that shore.
Refrain
In that mornÂing eterÂnal,
Shall you hopeÂlessÂly cry:
Lost forÂevÂer, lost forÂevÂer!
Far from all that’s suÂperÂnal,
With the wickÂed to die,
Lost forÂevÂer, lost in night!
All the talÂents He gave,
You have idÂly neÂglectÂed,
Lost forÂevÂer, lost forÂevÂer,
Oh! how solÂemn the thought,
By the SavÂior reÂjectÂed,
Lost forÂevÂer, lost forÂevÂer
On that shore.
Refrain
Will you cry with the wickÂed
In terÂriÂble angÂuish,
Lost forÂevÂer, lost forÂevÂer,
Oh! shall you in the reÂgion
Of darkÂness e’er langÂuish,
Lost forÂevÂer, lost forÂevÂer
On that shore.
Refrain