He asked him, What is thy name? And he answered, saying, My name is Legion: for we are many.@Mark 5:9
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John Newton (1725–1807)

John New­ton, Ol­ney Hymns (Lon­don: W. Ol­iv­er, 1779), Book 1, num­ber 92.

Ca­lon Lân John Hughes (1872–1914) (🔊 pdf nwc).

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John Hughes (1872–1914)

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
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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
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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.