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.
William CowperThe art of poetry is to touch the passions, and its duty to lead them on the side of virtue.
William CowperGod moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.
William CowperVisits are insatiable devourers of time, and fit only for those who, if they did not that, would do nothing.
William Cowper