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Hell! 'Tis a Word of Dreadful Sound
Author: Bartholomew Brown Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 26 hymnals First Line: Hell! ’tis a word of dreadful sound Lyrics: 1 Hell! ’tis a word of dreadful sound;
It chills the heart and shocks the ear;
It spreads a sickly damp around,
And makes the guilty quake with fear.
2 Far from the utmost verge of day,
Its frightful, gloomy region lies;
Fierce flames amidst the darkness play,
And thick sulfurous vapors rise.
3 Conscience, the never-dying worm,
With constant torture gnaws the heart,
And woe and wrath, in every form,
Inflame the wounds, increase the smart.
4 The wretches rave, o’erwhelmed with woe,
And bite their everlasting chains;
But with their rage their torments grow,
Resentment but augments their pains.
5 Sad world indeed! what heart can bear,
Hopeless, in all these pains to lie;
Racked with vexation, grief, despair,
And ever dying, never die!
6 "Lord, save a guilty soul from hell,
Who seeks Thy pardoning, cleansing blood;
O let me in Thy kingdom dwell,
To praise my Savior and my God." Used With Tune: ST. CROSS Text Sources: A New Selection of Seven Hundred Evangelical Hymns by John Dobell (London: Williams & Smith, 1806)
Hell! 'Tis a Word of Dreadful Sound
Hell! 'Tis a Word of Dreadful Sound
Author: Bartholomew Brown Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #14471 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Hell! ’tis a word of dreadful sound Lyrics: 1 Hell! ’tis a word of dreadful sound;
It chills the heart and shocks the ear;
It spreads a sickly damp around,
And makes the guilty quake with fear.
2 Far from the utmost verge of day,
Its frightful, gloomy region lies;
Fierce flames amidst the darkness play,
And thick sulfurous vapors rise.
3 Conscience, the never-dying worm,
With constant torture gnaws the heart,
And woe and wrath, in every form,
Inflame the wounds, increase the smart.
4 The wretches rave, o’erwhelmed with woe,
And bite their everlasting chains;
But with their rage their torments grow,
Resentment but augments their pains.
5 Sad world indeed! what heart can bear,
Hopeless, in all these pains to lie;
Racked with vexation, grief, despair,
And ever dying, never die!
6 "Lord, save a guilty soul from hell,
Who seeks Thy pardoning, cleansing blood;
O let me in Thy kingdom dwell,
To praise my Savior and my God." Languages: English Tune Title: ST. CROSS
Hell! 'Tis a Word of Dreadful Sound
Hell! 'tis a word of dreadful sound
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #450 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Hell! 'tis a word of dreadful sound;
It chills the heart and shocks the ear;
It spreads a sickly damp around,
And makes the guilty quake with fear.
2 Far from the utmost verge of day,
Its frightful, gloomy region lies;
Fierce flames amidst the darkness play,
And thick sulphureous vapours rise.
3 Conscience, the never-dying worm,
With constant torture gnaws the heart,
And woe and wrath, in every form,
Inflame the wounds, increase the smart.
4 The wretches rave, o'erwhelm'd with woe,
And bite their everlasting chains;
But with their rage their torments grow,
Resentment but augments their pains.
5 Sad world indeed! what heart can bear,
Hopeless, in all these pains to lie;
Rack'd with vexation, grief, despair,
And ever dying, never die!
6 "Lord, save a guilty soul from hell,
Who seeks Thy pardoning, cleansing blood;
O let me in Thy kingdom dwell,
To praise my Saviour and my God." Topics: Hell Languages: English
Hell! 'tis a word of dreadful sound
Hell! 'tis a word of dreadful sound
Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #750 (1828) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Hell! 'tis a word of dreadful sound;
It chills the heart and shocks the ear;
It spreads a sickly damp around,
And makes the guilty quake with fear.
2 Far from the utmost verge of day,
Its frightful, gloomy region lies;
Fierce flames amidst the darkness play,
And thick sulphureous vapours rise.
3 Conscience, the never dying worm,
With constant torture gnaws the heart,
And wo and wrath, in ev'ry form,
Inflame the wounds, increase the smart.
4 The wretches rave, o'erwhelm'd with wo,
And bite their everlasting chains;
But with their rage their torments grow,
Resentment but augments their pains.
5 Sad world indeed! what heart can bear,
Hopeless, in all these pains to lie;
Rack'd with vexation, grief, despair,
And ever dying, never die!
6 "Lord, save a guilty soul from hell,
Who seeks thy pard'ning, cleansing blood;
O let me in thy kingdom dwell,
To praise my Saviour and my God."
Topics: Eternity Happiness of the righteous; Hell Scripture: Mark 9:48
Hell! 'tis a word of dreadful sound
John Bacchus Dykes
1823 - 1876 Composer of "ST. CROSS" in The Cyber Hymnal As a young child John Bacchus Dykes (b. Kingston-upon-Hull' England, 1823; d. Ticehurst, Sussex, England, 1876) took violin and piano lessons. At the age of ten he became the organist of St. John's in Hull, where his grandfather was vicar. After receiving a classics degree from St. Catherine College, Cambridge, England, he was ordained in the Church of England in 1847. In 1849 he became the precentor and choir director at Durham Cathedral, where he introduced reforms in the choir by insisting on consistent attendance, increasing rehearsals, and initiating music festivals. He served the parish of St. Oswald in Durham from 1862 until the year of his death. To the chagrin of his bishop, Dykes favored the high church practices associated with the Oxford Movement (choir robes, incense, and the like). A number of his three hundred hymn tunes are still respected as durable examples of Victorian hymnody. Most of his tunes were first published in Chope's Congregational Hymn and Tune Book (1857) and in early editions of the famous British hymnal, Hymns Ancient and Modern.
Bert Polman
John Bacchus Dykes
Bartholomew Brown
1772 - 1854 Author of "Hell! 'Tis a Word of Dreadful Sound" in The Cyber Hymnal
Bartholomew Brown
