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
I greatly admire that old hymn. The last stanza never fails to amaze me in its brevity, truthfulness and profound wisdom -- "Blind unbelief is sure to err and scan His work in vain / God is His own interpreter, and He will make it plain."
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