Guidance
William Cowper, like many of us, was subject to moments of deep melancholy. One night in such a mood he called a cabbie and dire-cted him to drive to the banks of the River Thames. The city of London was blanketed with an impenetrable fog, which was, how-ever, no thicker than the despair in the poet�s own soul.
For more than an hour the cab driver groped his way along the streets and yet did not find the river. His passenger grew more and more impatient until at last he leaped from the cab, determined to find his way unassisted.
Groping through the fog, he was astonished when he found himself at his own doorstep. Going to his room he penned the words of that beautiful hymn:
�God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform.�
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