Desires are quicksand, shifting ground— Step once, and grip is hard to find! We act against what beats around, Against the promptings of the mind: No standing firm... surrender's kinder ground...
Eve was bought, and David caught. And countless examples stand beside us. Shame does not always hold our thought, And faith does not always guide us.
Yet if at last we're overcome by sin, Ensnared in bonds now rent and broken, You are assured of victory therein, Jesus will pluck you from the pit—His token!
He paid in full for all who err! Behold the cross! Still flows the blood. The rusted nail through Him—your slur— Driven merciless through flesh and mud.
Let God's own word possess your mind. And if life's trials come your way, Avoid the quicksand you shall find, Which holds but suffering and dismay...
With Jesus we stand, not apart! The Golgotha nail won't let us fall!
