I love this
William Cowper (1731–1800)
God Moves in Mysterious Ways
God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his sovereign will.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread
are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings 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.
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William Cowper was a British poet and hymnist. He struggled throughout his life with depression, doubts, and fears.
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My camera isn’t communicating with my computer, so I can’t post my Happies, a long picture list. It’s coming, though.
- April 27, 2008
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Meredith
April 27, 2008One of my favorites hymn of all time--especially love the part about "the clouds ye so much dread are big with mercy".
karalaney
April 27, 2008i love this. thank you for sharing.
Sarah
April 28, 2008This was always one of my favorite "Sunday night church" songs.