God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his sovereign will.
Of never failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his sovereign will.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread
are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
The clouds ye so much dread
are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence,
He hides a smiling face.
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence,
He hides a smiling face.
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.
How marvelous that these lines (He treasures up His bright designs, behind a frowning providence, His purposes will ripen fast, And scan HIs work in vain0 points to a deep and hope-filled conviction that God has "designs" and "purposes" in His painful "providence" and puzzling "work."
And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.
How marvelous that these lines (He treasures up His bright designs, behind a frowning providence, His purposes will ripen fast, And scan HIs work in vain0 points to a deep and hope-filled conviction that God has "designs" and "purposes" in His painful "providence" and puzzling "work."
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