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.