“God Moves in a Mysterious Way”
God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform.
He plants His footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.
You fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds you so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head.
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding ev’ry hour.
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flow’r.
Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain.
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.
~ lyrics by William Cowper
