ise can neither rise nor fall.
Thou art in all things one, in each thing many;
For thou art infinite in one and all.
--George Herbert.
THE MYSTERIOUS WAY
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
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.
Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.
--William Cowper.
DISAPPOINTMENT
Our yet unfinished story
Is tending all to this:
To God the greatest glory,
To us the greatest bliss.
If all things work together
For ends so grand and blest,
What need to wonder whether
Each in itself is best!
If some things were omitted,
Or altered as we would,
The whole might be unfitted
To work for perfect good.
Our plans may be disjointed,
But we may calmly rest;
What God has once appointed,
Is better than our best.
We cannot see before us,
But our all-seeing Friend
Is always watching o'er us,
And knows the very end.
What though we seem to stumble?
He will not let us fall;
And learning to be humble
Is not lost time at all.
What though we fondly reckoned
A smoother way to go
Than where his hand hath beckoned?
It will be better so.
What only seemed a barrier
A stepping-stone shall be;
Our God is no long tarrier,
A present help is he.
And when amid our blindness
His disappointments fall,
We trust his loving-kindness
Whose wisdom sends them all;
The discord that involveth
Some startling change of key,
The Master's hand revolveth
In richest harmony.
Then tremble not, and shrink not,
When disappointment nears;
Be trus
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