Light
Shining out of Darkness
by William Cowper
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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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William Cowper
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