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.

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, from the Net Hymnal

I love this hymn.  I love how it reminds me to look for God's providence in all circumstances.  I love how it depicts God as smiling at His children, so often I am afraid He is frowning at me. We are so tempted to think God cannot not work now, I've made too much of a mess.  This is to complicated, to big, my enemies are to strong, etc.  But God is not thwarted, and just because He is taking His time doesn't mean He isn't working. He's just very thorough.  How much trouble we could save ourselves if we could just trust Him and be happy!