Verse 1God moves in a mysterious way
His glorious wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.
Verse 2Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs,
And works His sovereign will.
Verse 3Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take.
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break,
In blessings on your head.
Verse 4Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
Verse 5His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour:
The bud may have a bitter taste
But sweet will be the flower.
Verse 6Blind 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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