Good News for our Darkest Moments

There is a fascinating story behind the last song William Cowper wrote. Cowper, who died in 1800, often struggled with depression and doubt. One night he decided to go to the Thames River and end his life. He called a cab and asked him to drive him to the river.

However, according to the story, the fog was so thick that the driver could not find the river. After driving around for some time, the cab driver finally stopped and let Cowper out. To Cowper's surprise, he was at his own front door. God had sent the fog to keep him from killing himself.

He later wrote this song. I especially like the third and fourth verses:

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.

Thank You, Father, that in our blackest moments, You are watching over us.

"You do not realize now what I am doing, but later you will understand" (John 13:7).