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
of never failing skill,
he treasures up his bright designs
and works his sov'reign will.
3 Ye 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 His purposes will ripen fast,
unfolding ev'ry hour;
the bud may have a bitter taste,
but sweet will be the flower.
6 Blind unbelief is sure to err
and scan his work in vain:
God is his own interpreter,
and he will make it plain.
|First Line:||God moves in a mysterious way|
|Title:||God Moves in a Mysterious Way|
|Author:||William Cowper (1774)|
|Source:||Playford's Psalms, 1671|