A Hymn by William Cowper 1731-1800: God Moves in Mysterious Ways

 God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants His
footsteps In the sea, and rides upon the storm.

You fearful saints, fresh courage take; the clouds you 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.

This is a hymn written by William Cowper 1731-1800 - Cow­per oft­en
strug­gled with de­press­ion and doubt. One night he de­cid­ed to com­mit
su­i­cide by drown­ing him­self. He called a cab and told the driv­er to
take him to the Thames Riv­er. How­ev­er, thick fog came down and
pre­vent­ed them from find­ing the riv­er (ano­ther ver­sion of the story
has the driv­er get­ting lost de­liber­ate­ly). After driv­ing around lost
for a while, the cab­by fin­al­ly stopped and let Cow­per out. To Cowper’s
sur­prise, he found him­self on his own door­step: God had sent the fog to
keep him from kill­ing him­self. Even in our black­est mo­ments, God
watch­es over us.

The hymn was based on John 13:7