Stanza 1
God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform
He plants his footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm
Stanza 2
Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill
He treasures up his bright designs
And works his sovereign will
Stanza 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
Stanza 4
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense
But trust him for his grace
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face
Stanza 5
His purposes will ripen fast
Unfolding every hour
The bud may have a bitter taste
But sweet will be the flower
Stanza 6
Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan his work in vain
God is his own interpreter
And he will make it plain