God Moves In A Mysterious Way

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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.

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Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.