I do enjoy the poetry and hymns of William Cowper, NOW… I am older,
and NOT sat under the pew avoiding the cheek pinchers.
I have no preference in my choice of worship songs, I find them all wonderful.
This is one I grew up listening to (because I could not read) in the Church my Mom took me to.
William Cowper was a British poet and hymnist. He struggled throughout his life with depression, doubts, and fears.
God Moves in Mysterious Ways
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 (1731–1800)