Verse 1
God moves in a mysterious way (Isa. 55:8-9)
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea (Ps. 77:19, Job 9:8)
And rides upon the storm. (Ps. 104:3, Nah. 1:3)
Deep in unfathomable mines (Rom. 11:33)
Of never failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs (Job 12:22)
And works His sov’reign will. (Rom. 8:28, Eph. 1:11)
Verse 2
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take; (Isa. 40:29-31)
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, (I Cor. 2:14)
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
Verse 3
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flow’r.
Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.