my eternal abode  There the worm dieth not there the fire is not quenched  There I shall be filled with anger malice and dispair [sic]  There I shall be beyond the reach of mercy  One faint gleam of hope can never enter my distracted soul  Damned spirits and malignant ghosts will be my companions  The song of free grace and redeeming love will never enter those dismal cells of woe  But fraught with envy rage and spite I shall knaw my tongue in anguish curseing [sic] God and looking upwards  This O my Saviour would complete my misery