<b>God moves in a mysterious way</b> <br>His wonders to perform; <br>He plants His footsteps in the sea, <br>And rides upon the storm. <br>Deep in unfathomable mines <br>Of never-failing skill, <br>He treasures up His bright designs, <br>And works His sovereign will. <br>Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, <br>The clouds ye so much dread <br>Are big with mercy, and shall break <br>In blessings on your head. <br>Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, <br>But trust Him for His grace; <br>Behind a frowning providence <br>He hides a smiling face. <br>His purposes will ripen fast, <br>Unfolding every hour; <br>The bud may have a bitter taste, <br>But sweet will be the flower. <br>Blind unbelief is sure to err, <br>And scan His work in vain: <br>God is His own interpreter, <br>And he will make it plain.