The banqueting-house, or, A feast of fat things a divine poem, opening many sacred…The banquetting-house, or, A feast of fat things a divine poem, opening many sacred…

The Second Part. 1 NO light, but darkness there doth dwell! No peace, but horror strange: Ah! they who once do come to Hell, Will find a dismal change; 2 A fiery Lake, a Furnace hot, A Burning Oven too It is compared in God's Word, And thither Sinners go. 3 And further, God to show their state Who in their sins do die, Compares it to burning Brimstone, To show their misery. 4 And as a stinking steam and smoke Of Brimstone bad does smell, And blinds the Eyes, and Stomach chokes, So are the pangs of Hell. 5 To see a Sea of Brimstone burn, Would it you not affright? But they whom God to Hell doth turn, Are in a worser plight. 6 This burning cannot quenched be, No, not with Tears of Blood; No mournful groans in misery Will there do any good. 7 O damned Sinners see your fate, The Day of Grace is done; Repentance now is much too late, All mercy's fled and gone.

The Second Part. 1 NO light, but darkness there doth dwell! No peace, but horror strange: Ah! they who once do come to Hell, Will find a dismal ch•nge; 2 A fiery Lake, a Furnace hot, A Burning Oven too It is compared in God's Word, And thither Sinners go. 3 And further, God to shew their state Who in their sins do die, Compares it to burning Brimstone, To shew their misery. 4 And as a stinking steam and smoak Of Brimstone bad does smell, And blinds the Eyes, and Stomach choaks, So are the pangs of Hell. 5 To see a Sea of Brimstone burn, Would it you not affright? But they whom God to Hell doth turn, Are in a worser plight. 6 This burning cannot quenched be, No, not with Tears of Blood; No mournful groans in misery Will there do any good. 7 O damned Sinners see your fate, The Day of Grace is done; Repentance now is much too late, All mercy's fled and gone.