I hope that these hymns will encourage my readers as they encourage me. God bless each of you.
God Moves in A Mysterious Way – William Cowper, 1774
God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform
He plants His footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm
Deep in unsearchable mines
Of never-failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs
And works His sovereign will
And ye fearful saints, fresh courage take
The clouds you so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings, yeah, in blessings
And in blessings on your head
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
And ye fearful saints, fresh courage take
The clouds you so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings, yeah, and in blessings, yeah
Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain
For God is His own interpreter
And He will make it plain
HOW FIRM A FOUNDATION John Rippon, 1787
This hymn was sung at the funerals of American presidents Theodore Roosevelt and Woodrow Wilson, and American Civil War general Robert E. Lee.
How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in His excellent Word!
What more can He say than to you He hath said,
You, who unto Jesus for refuge have fled?
In every condition, in sickness, in health;
In poverty’s vale, or abounding in wealth;
At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea,
As thy days may demand, shall thy strength ever be.
Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismayed,
For I am thy God and will still give thee aid;
I’ll strengthen and help thee, and cause thee to stand
Upheld by My righteous, omnipotent hand.
When through the deep waters I call thee to go,
The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow;
For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless,
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.
When through fiery trials thy pathways shall lie,
My grace, all sufficient, shall be thy supply;
The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design
Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.
Even down to old age all My people shall prove
My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;
And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn,
Like lambs they shall still in My bosom be borne.
The soul that on Jesus has leaned for repose,
I will not, I will not desert to its foes;
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I’ll never, no never, no never forsake.
Be Not Dismayed Whate’er Betide – Civilla D. Martin, 1904
1 Be not dismayed whate’er betide, God will take care of you;
Beneath his wings of love abide, God will take care of you.
God will take care of you, through ev'ry day, o’er all the way;
He will take care of you, God will take care of you.
2 Through days of toil when heart doth fail, God will take care of you;
When dangers fierce your path assail, God will take care of you.
3 No matter what may be the test, God will take care of you;
Lean, weary one, upon his breast, God will take care of you.
THE PROVIDENCE OF GOD – Brightwell, W. E.
1: The mighty God, Omniscient One! His ways we cannot trace. He reckons ev’ry good begun And crowns it with His grace.
2: Lo! I can see Him in His word: I will not doubt or fear; My steps are ordered of the Lord, His guiding hand is near.
3: No trial can my spirit break, For God will not forsake; He will with each temptation make A way for my escape.
4: The future beckons and I bow: My God removes the care! Behold, He goes before me now, And will my way prepare.
Chorus: He’s here and there, and ev’rywhere In all the ways I’ve trod.
I’ve never passed beyond the sphere Of the providence of God.