…cast into the hell of unquenchable fire.
Mark 9:44
Words: Sylvia Lee, in The Pilot, by Alfred E. Helton et al. (Lenoir, North Carolina: Teachers’ Music Publishing, 1914), number 22.
Music: George W. Bacon (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good photo of Lee (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),

O wandering, sinful one,
Have you pondered well the hour
When God shall summon you
From earth life away?
And will you ready be,
Cleansed and kept by Jesus’ power,
Or in the depths of endless
Night lost for aye?
Refrain
Lost for aye, oh! will you be
Lost for aye, when grace is free,
Nevermore the glorious face
Of Christ to behold?
Lost for aye, yes, lost for aye;
Lost for aye, and by delay,
In despair to live through
Endless anguish untold!
O soon will judgment come,
And each soul account must give
For every thought and deed
From day unto day!
With patience do you strive
Ever for the Lord to live,
Or are you drifting on
To be lost for aye?
Refrain
What sorrow it will be,
Unprepared to meet the Lord,
And know at last sin’s penalty
You must pay;
All hope of mercy gone,
Endless death your soul’s reward,
With all the doomed of earth
To be lost for aye!
Refrain
O think of Jesus’ love,
How to save the lost He died,
And how He blesses all
Who trust and obey!
Just now repent, believe,
And accept the Crucified;
Salvation’s free, and do
Not be lost for aye!
Refrain