While laughing, and joking, fully self-assured,
reasons abound precluding holy cure.
Then, all too suddenly, snatched by death,
and down, down into darkness, even its darkest depth.
O the grim ages of torment, the grinding of the teeth,
with misery for company, and no hope for relief.
Yes, much time passes, until one day,
a glimmer of light!, O how horrible the stay.
But, what…in the distance…, a great white throne,
with many before, quaking, so frightfully alone.
Now, in His glory, beholding the Lamb,
terrible in majesty, the Son of Man.
And all now see, and so painfully discern,
the One they rejected, will judge their return—
The place, of the wicked dead, home for so long,
exchanged for the fire, with the devil and his throng.
Understand, dear friend, that these words they are true:
the misery of hell—it was predestined for proud fools.