“You Are Mysterious”

The following poem/hymn was written by William Cowper.  It’s one of my favorites.  These past several weeks have been really rough for a variety of reasons.  Employment issues, family conflicts, and the ever-stressful housing search has been really weighing me down.  Yet the problems and challenges of life ought to be seen as a sanctifying grace.  We are not without hope.

I hope my readers let these lyrics sink in well.  God loves those who are His and He faithfully preserves His people. Providentially, we sung this hymn in worship this morning. I really needed to hear it again.

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Verse 1:
God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.
In deep, unfathomable mines
He keeps His boundless skill
And treasures up His bright designs
To work His sov’reign will.

Chorus:
You are mysterious, my Lord,
Yet You reveal to me Your Word.
So come and take my anxious fears –
It’s all for good, so dry these tears;
You are mysterious, my Lord.

Verse 2:
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding ev’ry hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flow’r.
Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter
And He will make it plain.

Verse 3:
Fear not, you saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds you often dread
Are filled with mercy and will break
In blessings on your head.
Don’t judge the Lord by feeble sense
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides His smiling face.

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3 Responses to “You Are Mysterious”

  1. I love you! It’s on of my favorites too. ❤

  2. Lauren says:

    I really like this line “Fear not, you saints, fresh courage take..”

  3. I would recommend turning to the Psalms at such times. Aside from their divine appointment (which is lacking for uninspired hymns), they have more depth, because penned by the Infinite God; they bring more comfort, because they are His own words — “the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort” (2 Cor. 1:3) — rather than the words of any other.

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