1 God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders you 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 sovereign will.
3 Ye fearful saints! fresh courage take:
The clouds ye so much dread
Are full of mercy, and will 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 ev'ry hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan His work in vain,
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | God moves in a mysterious way |
| Meter: | C. M. |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1870 |
| Topic: | God: wonderful in providence; Goodness of God: a ground of trust; Providence (2 more...) |
| Notes: | Now Public Domain. Author from index: Cowper |