Verse 1

GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants His footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm.

Verse 2

Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill He treasures up His bright designs, And works His sovereign will.

Verse 3

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.

Verse 4

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.

Verse 5

His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower

Verse 6

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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