• 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 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.

    'Olney Hymns' (1779) 'Light Shining out of Darkness'