Sunday, May 24, 2009

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
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.

William Cowper

I love this hymn.  I love to be reminded that God is behind all our circumstances.  I want to look for the good He is doing in everything, even when I am tempted to think He is frowning at me.  He is really smiling over us and wanting to bless His children.  How much trouble we could spare ourselves if we could just trust Him and be happy!

From the Net Hymnal