1 God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.
2 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
3 His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding ev'ry hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flow'r.
4 Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.
5 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head.
|First Line:||God moves in a mysterious way|
|Title:||God Moves in a Mysterious Way|
|Author:||William Cowper, 1731-1800|
|Scripture:||Romans 11:33; Isaiah 38:17; Romans 8:28; Jeremiah 29:11|
|Source:||The CL Psalmes of David, Edinburgh, 1615; The Lutheran Hymnal, 1941 (Setting)|