Thursday, September 22, 2005

He rides upon the storm

God Moves In a Mysterious Way
William Cowper

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,
with 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.

“Out of the south comes the storm,
And out of the north the cold.
“From the breath of God ice is made,
And the expanse of the waters is frozen.
“Also with moisture He loads the thick cloud;
He disperses the cloud of His lightning.
“It changes direction, turning around by His guidance,
That it may do whatever He commands it
On the face of the inhabited earth.
“Whether for correction, or for His world,
Or for lovingkindness, He causes it to happen. – Job 37:9-13

2 Comments:

Blogger William said...

Hey Geoff,

I wanted to say hi. I forgot to tell you that I was on that Sojourners Xanga ring. Thanks for telling me about what has been happening at your school.
Best wishes, and I believe you were going to head down to Houston for cleanup. Hopefully you didn't have to go down there, but have a safe journey if you do.

-Wm. Woo

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