XXIII. The mysteries of Providence; or light shining out of darkness

1 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 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.

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First Line: God moves in a mysterious way
Title: The mysteries of Providence; or light shining out of darkness
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1799
Topic: Mysteries of Providence
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