When I thought, “My foot slips,” your steadfast love, O LORD, held me up. Psalm 94:18
“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 endureth for ever, and is always at hand to pluck us out of the danger, and hold us up, where else we should fall to our destruction.
Ten thousand times has this verse been true in relation to some of us, and especially to the writer of this comment. The danger was imminent, it was upon us, we were going; the peril was apparent, we saw it, and were aghast at the sight; our own heart was failing, and we concluded that it was all over with us; but then came the almighty interposition: we did not fall, we were helped up by an unseen hand, the devices of the enemy were frustrated, and we sang for joy.”
- Charles Spurgeon, The Treasury of David (Peabody, MA: Hendrickson Publishers), 146.
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