God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm. – William Cowper
It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme rudely appealed to on each trifling theme. – William Cowper
God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm. – William Cowper
It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme rudely appealed to on each trifling theme. – William Cowper
Not to understand a treasure’s worth till time has stole away the slighted good, is cause of half the poverty we feel, and makes the world the wilderness it is. – William Cowper