THE BEAUTY OF PROVIDENCE

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessing 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 on vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.

William Cowper (1731-1800), “God Works in a Mysterious Way”

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