god moves in a mysterious way
his wonders to perform
he plants his footsteps in the sea
and rides upon the storm
you fearful saints, fresh courage take
the clouds you 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
faith sees 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
god moves in a mysterious way
his wonders to perform