I have read that William Cowper, like many people today, suffered from times of deep melancholy and depression. One night when he was in a particularly dark mood of despair, he decided to take his life
by jumping into the Thames River.
That night the city of London was blanketed with an extremely heavy fog and Mr. Cowper, searching to
find the river, lost his way. Stumbling blindly through the fog he was dumbfounded when he found
himself on the doorstep of his own home. Going to his
room he penned the words of the beautiful hymn:
God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower."
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