God Moves in a Mysterious Way

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 neverfailing skill;
He treasures up His bright designs,
and works His sov'reign 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 flow'r.

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.