The Legion Dispossessed |
John Newton, 1779, from Olney Hymns, vol. 1, hymn 92
Legion was my name by nature, Satan raged within my breast; Never misery was greater, Never sinner more possessed: Mischievous to all around me, To myself the greatest foe; Thus I was, when Jesus found me, Filled with madness, sin and woe.
2. Yet in this forlorn condition, | 3. Satan, though thou fain wouldst have it, Know this soul is none of thine; I have shed my blood to save it, Now I challenge it for mine, Though it long has thee resembled, Henceforth it shall me obey; Thus he spoke while Satan trembled, Gnashed his teeth and fled away.
4. Thus my frantic soul he healed, |
5. Love, he said, will sweeten labors, Thou hast something yet to do; Go and tell your friends and neighbors, What my love has done for you: Live to manifest my glory, Wait for heav'n a little space; Sinners, when they hear thy story, Will repent and seek my face. |