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