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[1]
God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.
[2]
Ye fearful Saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head.
[3]
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding ev’ry hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
[4]
Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan his works in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.
God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.
[2]
Ye fearful Saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head.
[3]
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding ev’ry hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
[4]
Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan his works in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.
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