Sunday, September 22, 2002

Going To Church, It's Big With Mercy

It's a lot like going to the gym to workout, if you haven't gone lately and then you go, you think, "why was I staying away?"

Today, I really got hit hard by this hymn and the words stuck with me, the small morsels like "You fearful saints, fresh courage take" and the phrase "He treasures up his bright design" seemed particularly sweet and sustaining:


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.

Deep in unfathomable mind of never failing skill He treasures up His bright design and works His sovereign will.

Blind unbelief is sure to err and scan His work in vain; God is His own interpreter, and He will make it plain.