O my friends, my soul cries out to you from the infernal fire

How dreadful it is to suffer the fierceness and wrath of God

for one moment . . . but I must suffer it for all eternity.



There will be no end to this exquisite horrible misery

When I look forward I see a long forever,

a boundless duration before me which devours

my thoughts and terrifies my soul .

For I know certainly that I must wear out long ages,

millions and millions of ages, in wrestling and

conflicting with this divine merciless vengeance.

And when I am so done, when so many ages have

actually been spent in this manner.

In know, that this is all but a point to what remains.

[Based on Jonathan Edwards' classic homily, 1741]



It came upon me unexpected

Like a thief, Death outwitted me

O my foolishness

I was arrogant towards God and man,

pursuing my own vanities

And when I said, "All is well,"

Then, sudden destruction came upon me.



Day of the damned at the throne they stand

Sinners in the hands of the God of man.

Who is the One enthroned in the sky?

Behold it is Christ, in glory and might

Yes He, the One they crucified.



Who can withstand the weight of divine vengeance?

There is no fortress or power that can defend

us from the power of God . . .

For as wax melteth before the fire, so shall the

wicked, at the presence of the Lord.



Vengeance is mine, a thunderous rhyme

A frightening voice to the blasphemous mind

Who is He who roars from the sky?

Behold it is Him, the Conqueror of sin

Yes He, the One they crucified.



Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God

The fire awaits my soul

To the chasm of Hell I will go . . .



Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God