Tophet yawns to take them in

Tophet yawns to take them in;
Soon as their frail bodies die,
They their due reward shall feel.
Dreadfully thrust down to hell.

Dark and bottomless the pit
Which on them its mouth shall close;
Never shall they 'scape from it;
There they shall in endless woes
Weep, and wail, and gnash their teeth.
Die an everlasting death.

There their tortured bodies lie,
Scorch'd by the consuming fire;
There their souls in torments cry,
Rack'd with pride and fierce desire:
Fear and grief their spirits tear,
Rage, and envy, and despair.

Every part its curse sustains,
Every faculty of soul,
All the power of hellish pains
Joins to make their measure full;
Fiends, themselves, and conscience join,
Heighten'd all by wrath Divine.

There they lie, alas, how long!
Never can they hope release;
Not a drop to cool their tongue,
Not an hour, a moment's ease;
Damn'd they are, and still shall be,
Damn'd to all eternity!