God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea
and rides upon the storm.
2
Deep in unfathomable mines
of never-failing skill;
He treasures up His bright designs,
and works His sov'reign will.
3
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
the clouds ye so much dread
are big with mercy and shall break
in blessings on your head.
4
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
but trust Him for His grace;
behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
5
His purposes will ripen fast,
unfolding every hour;
the bud may have a bitter taste,
but sweet will be the flow'r.
6
Blind unbelief is sure to err,
and scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
and He will make it plain.
Author: William Cowper (1774)
I couldn't find a good recording of anyone singing this beautiful hymn with this tune and harmonies. So here's a video of an instrumental arrangement.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=35jXZ1FU0Uo
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