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 sovereign will.
3 You fearful saints, fresh courage take;
the clouds you so much dread
are big with mercy and shall break
in blessings on your head.
4 His purposes will ripen fast,
unfolding every hour;
the bud may have a bitter taste,
but sweet will be the flower.
5 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|
|Author:||William Cowper (1774, alt.)|
|Topic:||God the Father: Love and Mercy|