They will go out and look on the dead bodies of those who rebelled against Me; the worms that eat them will not die, the fire that burns them will not be quenched, and they will be loathsome to all mankind.
Isaiah 66:24
Words: Benjamin Beddome (1717–1795). Published posthumously in Hymns Adapted to Public Worship (London: Burton & Briggs, 1818), number 782. The Sinner’s Doom.
Music: Festal Song William H. Walter, in the Episcopal Hymnal with Tunes Old and New, by John I. Tucker, 1872 (🔊 pdf nwc).
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If you know where to get a good picture of Beddome or Walter (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
View the expiring saint!
When outward comforts cease,
God is his all sufficient help,
And gives him inward peace.
Varied his course has been,
With many clouds o’ercast;
Though oft distressed with doubts and fears,
He conquers all at last.
With grateful heart he views
What grace for him has done,
Yet for acceptance he depends
On Jesus’ blood alone.
Not so the man profane,
Most awful is his close;
Despairing, in the grave he sinks,
Amidst foreboding woes.
The deathless worm shall gnaw,
The quenchless fire consume,
And wrath in all its direful forms
Is his eternal doom.