1 God moves in a mysterious way
his wonders to perform;
he plants his footsteps in the sea
and rides upon the storm.
2 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
the clouds you so much dread
are big with mercy, and shall break
in blessings on your head.
3 His purposes will ripen fast,
unfolding every hour;
the bud may have a bitter taste,
but sweet will be the flower.
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|
|Author:||William Cowper, 1731-1800|
|Harmonizer:||Thomas Ravenscroft, 1592-1635|