God moves in a mysterious way

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 flower.

Blind unbelief is sure to err

And scan His work in vain;

God is His own Interpreter

And He will make it plain.