CLOUDS OF MERCY

I was recently re-introduced to the hymn by William Cowper, "God Moves in a Mysterious Way".  I say re-introduced, because surely I've sung this?!  But I only remember the first phrase!  The entire thing is beautiful.  This painting is based on the second verse.

"God moves in a mysterious way

His wonders to perform;

He plants his footsteps in the sea,

And rides upon the storm.

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."