Marcos 5
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Marcos 5:3
Then a man bereft of reason, dwelling in sepulchral caves, Bound with cruel and grinding fetters and with raging frenzy torn, Rushes forth and kneels in worship, as the saving Christ draws near. — HYMN 9
Marcos 5:13
Driven forth, the wily demons, legion named that evil scourge, Seize upon the sordid foulness of a herd of filthy swine And into the muddy waters plunge themselves with maddened beasts. — HYMN 9
Marcos 5:20
Behold, a legion hurls headlong the swine Of Gerasenes, and once enchained in tombs, It loudly grunts with pain. From lips possessed It had cried out: "O Jesus, Son of God, Offspring of David's royal line, we know Who you are and why you have come, what power Expels us, at your coming filled with dread." Has not this voice, Judea, reached your ears? True, but it has not pierced your darkened mind And, driven back, has from the threshold fled. Now sets the evening sun, where he who beholds The rosy dawn beholds the Lord's advent. The fervent gospel word Has thawed the Scythian frosts and Hyrcanian snows, So that Rhodopeian Hebrus, freed from ice, Flows from Caucasian cliffs, a gentler stream. — A HYMN ON THE TRINITY
Marcos 5:34
Members filled with leprous ulcers, flesh corrupted and decayed, "Go and wash them, I command you"; what he ordered then is done; Wounds are healed by pious cleansing, swollen flesh grows smooth again. Now on eyes, by lifelong darkness, shrouded from the light of day Thou dost spread a clay of healing, made with nectar from thy lips; Soon the blinded orbs are opened and rejoice in late-found sight. Thou dost chide the angry tempest and the savage hurricane, Which upheave the tossing billows and beset the fragile boat; At thy bidding winds are subject, and the rolling waves are stilled. Then a woman, weak and timid, touched his sacred garment's hem: Instant was the blessed healing, and the pallor left her cheek, As the hemorrhage she had suffered through so many years was stopped. Lazarus for four days buried, hidden in the sunless tomb, He restores to life and vigor, giving power to breathe again, And the soul returning, enters flesh now crumbling to decay. — HYMN 9