There was this really REALLY cool hymn by William Cowper that we sung at Covenant Life last weekend (oh yeah, I went there).

One of the guys on the Puritan board had it posted in a prayer thread. I HAD to reproduce it here. So rich with truth, it’d be a shame not to share it.

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
With neverfailing 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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