|Text:||God Moves in a Mysterious Way|
1. God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea
and rides upon the storm.
2. You fearful saints, fresh courage take:
The clouds you so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
3. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
4. Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.
|First Line:||God moves in a mysterious way|
|Title:||God Moves in a Mysterious Way|