Tuesday, September 12, 2006

God Moves In Mysterious Ways
William Cowper, 1774

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
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!


sarahdodson said...

"the clouds you so much dread are big with mercy and shall break with blessings on your head."
I LOVE that. It's a good thought to think on. Thanks for sharing!

Bethany T. said...

This is one of my favorite songs!! What an encouraging reminder. If you get a chance, you can check out my blog at :

Bethany T