1.God moves in a mysterious wayHis wonders to perform;He plants His footsteps in the sea,And rides upon the storm.2.Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;The clouds ye so much dreadAre big with mercy, and shall breakIn blessings on your head.3.Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,But trust Him for His grace;Behind a frowning providenceHe hides a smiling face.4.His purposes will ripen fast,Unfolding every hour;The bud may have a bitter taste,But sweet will be the flower.5.Blind unbelief is sure to err,And scan His work in vain;God is His own interpreter,And He will make it plain.