Their hope was in Hell, and their heathenish ways, (180) In dire need and deep thoughts they did not know God, The Judge who loves justice, who judges our deeds. The High King of Heaven, the holiest one, Was not known to them though they needed His wisdom. Cursed is the coldness of comfort deceiving, That thrusts a poor thane in a thicket of fire, Forfeiting help and forgiveness forever. But blessed is the man who busy in prayer, Can deal with the dying and deliberately seek The Father’s great fellowship and final protection.
