- God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm. - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head. - Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face. - His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower. - Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.
