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).