“God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform”

A hymn by William Cowper
  1. God moves in a mysterious way
         His wonders to perform;
    He plants His footsteps in the sea,
         And rides upon the storm.
  1. Deep in unfathomable mines
         Of never-failing skill,
    He treasures up His bright designs,
         And works His sov'reign will.
  1. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
         The clouds ye so much dread
    Are big with mercy, and shall break
         In blessings on your head.
  1. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
         But trust Him for His grace;
    Behind a frowning providence
         He hides a smiling face.
  1. His purposes will ripen fast,
         Unfolding ev'ry hour;
    The bud may have a bitter taste,
         But sweet will be the flower.
  1. 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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