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.
W. Cowper.