1 God moves in a mysterious way
his wonders to perform:
he plants his footsteps in the sea,
and rides upon the storm.

2 Deep in unfathomable mines,
with never-failing skill,
he treasures up his bright designs,
and works his sovereign will.

3 You fearful saints, fresh courage take;
the clouds you so much dread
are big with mercy, and shall break
in blessings on your head.

4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
but trust him for his grace;
behind a frowning providence
he hides a smiling face.

5 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
and scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
and he will make it plain.