God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
With blessing on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.
William Cowper
Thanks for posting this wonderful hymn. Today is the 278th anniversary of William Cowper's death, and I posted an article about him on my blog about hymn history, Wordwise Hymns.
ReplyDeleteWe need to hear more messages on the providence of God than we do (see stanza 3). It is about God working behind the scenes in our lives in wonderful ways to help and bless us.