God Moves in a Mysterious Way

This beautiful poem was written by William Cowper (1731-1800), a first-class poet who suffered greatly (to the point of insanity) from the fear that he was in fact predestined to be damned. The faith that this poem expresses in the inscrutable God has often been helpful to me (Dad) in times when my own faith is less than strong. My favorite line is "the clouds ye so much dread are big with mercy, and shall break in blessings on your head."  The odd, almost quirky tune (which nevertheless fits the words well, for me), "Dundee", is from the Scottish Psalter of 1615.

God moves in a mysterious way
    His wonders to perform
He plants his footsteps in the sea
    And rides upon the storm.

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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