115 | Laudes Domini#116 | 117 |
Text: | Providence |
Author: | William Cowper |
1 God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
2 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take!
The clouds ye so much dread,
Are big with mercy, and will break
In blessings on your head.
3 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
4 His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
5 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | God moves in a mysterious way |
Title: | Providence |
Author: | William Cowper |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1890 |
Topic: | God: The Father; God: Attributes; God: Faithfulness(3 more...) |