The fragile, benevolent sovereignty of God

I was reading about William Cowper (1731-1800) yesterday.  He was one of the great English poets of his day.  Sadly, he suffered from very serious depression and often felt he would be damned forever to hell.  Even though his friend John Newton (“Amazing Grace” author) told Cowper it wasn’t true, that he was indeed a son of the Most High God, Cowper just somehow couldn’t believe him.  During one of Cowper’s moments of sanity, he wrote the poem titled, “God moves in a mysterious way.”  I really like the way it talks about God’s fragile, benevolent sovereignty.  It really makes me ponder what God is up to. 

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.

You fearful saints, fresh courage take;
the clouds you so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
in blessings on your head.

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.

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