Mark 5:5, 6: And always, night and day, he was in the, &c

Where social virtue never comes,
Among the dead in sin he roams,
Nor finds a moment's rest.
Tortured by contrary desires,
Pride, lust, and rage, he stirs the fires
The Tophet in his breast.

How shall he 'escape the hell within?
The' intolerable yoke of sin
How can he break or bear?
O, let him run our Lord to meet,
And worship at his Saviour's feet,
And cry for mercy there.