Infinite & Incomprehensible

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His age can never be given,
His past has an infinite start,
His universe cannot hold Him,
His Spirit exceeds every part,
His brightness is beyond knowing,
His splendor surpasses the stars,
His praise is sung by the heavens,
His choir is His glorious art,
His earth speaks to His perfection,
His works are a sign with His mark,
His moon directs tides and oceans,
His sun sends forth rays in the dark,
His mercy dares explanation,
His grace overwhelms sinner’s hearts,
His cross kills logical reason,
The Incomprehensible God.

Behind the lines

His splendor covered the heavens, and the earth was full of his praise (Habakkuk 3:3b ESV).

Mysterious God

William Cowper wrote one my favorite hymns and I keep coming back to it.

Cowper battled deep depression most of his life and poetry was often an outlet to help him cope with his struggles. He placed a title above this hymn, “Conflict:  Light Shining Out of Darkness,” but it’s most known by the first line “God Moves in a Mysterious Way.”

I marvel at Cowper’s attempt to get his poetic arms around the Almighty, Incomprehensible, Sovereign God.  For His ways are higher than our ways. His wonders are beyond anything we can imagine. His grace is infinitely deep, and His purposes stand forever.

May we never lose the wonder of this God of Mystery. The God Who’s revealed Himself through His Word, His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ. Like Cowper, may we take courage in Christ during our darkest days.

Conflict:  Light Shining Out of Darkness

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 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.

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