GOD moves in mysterious ways
HIS wonders to perform;
HE plants HIS footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storms.
Ye fearful saints, frech 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.
(excerpts from William Cowper's "GOD moves in mysterious way")
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