When the Skids Lead to the Pits

When the skids led to the pits, and deep darkness held me,

Then I cried unto the Lord; who, from heaven, heard me.

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Rescue came, and there’s no shame. I could walk securely.

From the wallow to the rock, cleansed for living purely.

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No more cries or woeful sighs, Songs of joy and praising.

Listen, see and joyful be, festal anthems raising

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.“Paying dues” is of no use. God pays close attention.

Flips the systems we’ve imposed, treats us with affection.

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God is better than the rest, nothing holds a candle.

Make the Lord your trust and there’s nothing you can’t handle.

Photo: by James Fitzgerald on Unsplash

Source: Psalm 40:1-3,6-8, 4-5

Tune: Melling 7.6.7.6. Public Domain

Score: https://www.smallchurchmusic.com/Score_PDF/ComeLordToOurSouls-Melling.pdf