He asked him, Mark 5:9
What is thy name? And he answered, saying,
My name is Legion: for we are many.
Words: John Newton, Olney Hymns (London: W. Oliver, 1779), Book 1, number 92.
Music: Calon Lân John Hughes (1872–1914) (🔊 pdf nwc).
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.
Yet in this forlorn condition
When He came to set me free;
I replied to my physician,
What have I to do with Thee?
But He would not be prevented,
Rescued me against my will;
Had He stayed ’till I consented,
I had been a captive still.
Satan, though thou fain would’st 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.
Thus my frantic soul He healèd,
Bid my sins and sorrows cease;
Take, said He,
My pardon sealèd,;
I have saved thee, go in peace
Rather take me, Lord, to Heaven,
Now Thy love and grace I know;
Since Thou hast my sins forgiven,
Why should I remain below?
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.