They sailed to the region of the [Gadarenes], which is across the lake from Galilee. When Jesus stepped ashore, He was met by a demon-possessed man from the town. For a long time this man had not worn clothes or lived in a house, but had lived in the tombs.
Luke 8:26-27
Words: Sophia T. Griswold, in The Prize, by George Root (Chicago, Illinois: Root & Cady, 1870), page 40. Some hymnals give the lyricist as Paulina, Griswold’s pseudonym.
Music: Elâzığ George F. Root, 1870 (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good photo of Griswold (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
Oh, dread on the mountains the shriek of despair,
The foam on the lip, and the eyeballs’ red glare;
And hot as the desert the blast of his breath,
Who comes with the fiends from the dwellings of death.
The Savior beholds him—the spirits unclean
Cry out through the lips of the poor Gadarene;
Accursed—man defying, they go at a word,
Entreating, beseeching and owning their Lord.
Oh, dread in the soul is the presence of sin,
Sweet peace takes her flight as the tempter comes in;
And only the power of God in the heart
Can say to the spirits of evil, Depart.