Quote #25
Deep in unfathomable mines Of never failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will.
More from William Cowper
- 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.
- God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm.
- Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain; God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain.
- And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees.
- There is a fountain fill'd with blood Drawn from Emmanuel's veins; And sinners, plung'd beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains.
- What peaceful hours I once enjoyed! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
- Glory, built On selfish principles, is shame and guilt.