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.