God moves in a Mysterious Way William Cowper (1731-1800)

DUNDEE (C.M.) Scottish Psalter 1615 Alternate tunes: 1 | 2

God moves in a mys-ter-ious way
   His won-ders to per-form;
He plants His foot-steps in the sea
   And rides up-on the storm.

Deep in un-fa-thom-ab-le mines
   Of nev-er fail-ing skill
He trea-sures up His bright de-signs
   And works His sov-ereign will.

Ye fear-ful saints, fresh cour-age take;
   The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mer-cy and shall break
   In bles-sings on your head.

Judge not the Lord by fee-ble sense,
   But trust Him for His grace;
Be-hind a frown-ing prov-i-dence
   He hides a smil-ing face.

His pur-pos-es will rip-en fast,
   Un-fold-ing ev-ery hour;
The bud may have a bit-ter taste,
   But sweet will be the flower.

Blind un-be-lief is sure to err
   And scan His work in vain;
God is His own in-ter-pre-ter,
   And He will make it plain.