GOD MOVES IN A MYSTERIOUS WAY
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 sovereign
will.
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.
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 every
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.
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