William Cowper: "Light Shining Out of Darkness"

God moves in a mysterious way,

His wonders to perform;

He plants his footsteps in the sea,

And rides upon the storm.

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Deep in unfathomable mines

Of never failing skill,

He treasures up his bright designs,

And works his sovereign will.

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Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,

The clouds ye so much dread

Are big with mercy, and shall break

In blessings on your head.

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Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,

But trust him for his grace;

Behind a frowning providence,

He hides a smiling face.

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His purposes will ripen fast,

Unfolding every hour;

The bud may have a bitter taste,

But sweet will be the flower.

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Blind unbelief is sure to err,

And scan his work in vain;

God is his own interpreter,

And he will make it plain.