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 with 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. (Cowper)
Praise for Redeeming Love
Let us love, and sing, and wonder, Let us praise the Savior’s name! He has hushed the Law’s loud thunder, He has quenched Mount Sinai’s flame: He has washed us with His blood, He has brought us nigh to God.
Let us love the Lord who bought us, Pitied us when enemies, Called us by His grace, and taught us, Gave us ears, and eyes to see: He has washed us with His blood, He presents our souls to God.
Let us sing, though fierce temptations Threaten hard to bear us down! For the Lord, our strong salvation Holds in view the conqueror’s crown; He that washed us with His blood, Soon will bring us home to God.
Let us wonder, grace and justice Join, and point to mercy’s store; When through grace in Christ our trust is, Justice smiles, and asks no more; He who washed us with His blood, He secured our way to God.
Let us praise and join the chorus Of the saints enthroned on high; Here they trusted Him before us, Now their praises fill the sky; “You have washed us with Your blood, You are worthy, Lamb of God.” Hark! the name of Jesus sounded Loud from golden harps above! Lord we blush, and are confounded, Faint our praises, cold our love! Wash our souls and songs with blood, For by You we come to God. (Olney Hymns, John Newton) Mildly edited by Walking In The Promises
God's Presence is Light in Darkness
My God, the spring of all my joys, the life of my delights; The glory of my brightest days, and comfort of my nights:
In darkest shades, if He appear, my dawning is begun; He is my soul's sweet morning star, and He my rising sun.
The opening heavens around me shine, with beams of sacred bliss; While Jesus shows His heart is mine, and whispers I am His.
My soul would leave this heavy clay, at that transporting word; Run up with joy the shining way, to embrace my dearest Lord.
Fearless of hell and ghastly death, I'd break through every foe; The wings of love, and arms of faith, shall bear me conqueror through.
(Watts & Select Hymns)
Christ's Compassion to the Weak & Tempted
With joy we meditate the grace of our High Priest above; His heart is made of tenderness, and how it melts with love.
Touched with a sympathy within, He knows our feeble frame; He knows what sore temptations mean, for He has felt the same.
But spotless, innocent, and pure, the great Redeemer stood; While Satan's fiery darts He bore, and did resist to blood.
He, in the days of feeble flesh, poured out His cries and tears; And, in His measure, feels afresh what every member bears.
He'll never quench the smoking flax, but raise it to a flame; The bruised reed He never breaks, nor scorns the lowest name.
Then let our humble faith address His mercy and His power; We shall obtain delivering grace, in the distressing hour. (Watts & Select Hymns)
