Acts 8:7: Unclean spirits, crying with loud voice, &c

Well the bodily possession
Doth our inward state explain,
While the fiend, with fierce oppression,
Tears the tortured soul of man;
Then the word alone can ease us,
Gospel of redeeming grace,
Pardon in the name of Jesus
Drives the foe to his own place.

Where the word His blood applying
Seals forgiveness on my heart,
Spirits foul with horror crying
From their old abode depart;
Legion now no more shall enter,
Pride shall vex my soul no more;
Ransom'd from my dire tormentor
I my Lord and God adore.