I love old poetry, don’t you? There is something so rich and satisfying about the rhyme, the rhythm, the imagery and, most especially, the language. Earlier this evening, I came across a poem published by William Cowper in 1779 entitled, “Light Shining Out of Darkness”. It really spoke to me and I wanted to share it. I hope it speaks to you too. So, without further ado, here it is…

Light Shining Out of Darkness
by William Cowper

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 ev’ry hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flow’r.

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