|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||O fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds you so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
|4||Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
|5||His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
|6||Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.
|William Cowper, 1731-1800|