O dread on the mountains

1 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.

2 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.

3 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."

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #14774

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