God moves in a mysterious way, <br />His wonders to perform; <br />He plants his footsteps in the sea, <br />And rides upon the storm. <br /> <br />Deep in unfathomable mines <br />Of never-failing skill, <br />He treasures up his bright designs, <br />And works his sov'reign will. <br /> <br />Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, <br />The clouds ye so much dread <br />Are big with mercy, and shall break <br />In blessings on your head. <br /> <br />Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, <br />But trust him for his grace; <br />Behind a frowning providence <br />He hides a smiling face. <br /> <br />His purposes will ripen fast, <br />Unfolding ev'ry hour; <br />The bud may have a bitter taste, <br />But sweet will be the flow'r. <br /> <br />Blind unbelief is sure to err, <br />And scan his work in vain; <br />God is his own interpreter, <br />And he will make it plain.<br /><br />William Cowper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/olney-hymn-68-light-shining-out-of-darkness/
