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117. HELL.
Hell is no other but a soundless pit,
Where no one beam of comfort peeps in it.
Where no one beam of comfort peeps in it.
118. THE WAY.
When I a ship see on the seas,
Cuff'd with those wat'ry savages,
And therewithal behold it hath
In all that way no beaten path,
Then, with a wonder, I confess
Thou art our way i' th' wilderness;
And while we blunder in the dark,
Thou art our candle there, or spark.
Cuff'd with those wat'ry savages,
And therewithal behold it hath
In all that way no beaten path,
Then, with a wonder, I confess
Thou art our way i' th' wilderness;
And while we blunder in the dark,
Thou art our candle there, or spark.
119. GREAT GRIEF, GREAT GLORY.
The less our sorrows here and suff'rings cease,
The more our crowns of glory there increase.
The more our crowns of glory there increase.
120. HELL.
Hell is the place where whipping-cheer abounds,
But no one jailer there to wash the wounds.
But no one jailer there to wash the wounds.
121. THE BELLMAN.
Along the dark and silent night,
With my lantern and my light,
With my lantern and my light,
