First Line: God moves in a mysterious way,

1
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
You fearful saints, fresh courage take;
the clouds you so much dread
are big with mercy and shall break
in blessings on your head.

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.