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.
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
[An excerpt from this was offered back in March, (Trust Him Smile) but I thought I liked this poem enough to offer it in its entirety.  —  KMAB]
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