1. God moves in a mysterious wayHis wonders to perform;He plants His footsteps in the seaAnd rides upon the storm.
2. Ye fearful Saints, fresh courage take;The clouds ye so much dreadAre big with mercy and shall breakIn 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 errAnd scan His works in vain;God is His own interpreter,And He will make it plain.