18. When I said, My foot slippeth—is
slipping even now: I perceived my danger, and cried out in horror, and then, at
the very moment of my extremity, came the needed help. Thy mercy, O Lord, held me up. Often enough is
this the case: we feel our weakness, and see our danger, and in fear and
trembling we cry out. At such times nothing can help us but mercy; we
can make no appeal to any fancied merit, for we feel that it is our inbred sin
which makes our feet so ready to fail us; our joy is that mercy endures
forever, and is always at hand to pluck us out of the danger, and hold us up.
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