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 His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour,
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
5 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan His work in vain:
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.