God moves in a mysterious way,His wonders to perform;He plants His footsteps in the seaAnd rides upon the Storm.Deep in unfathomable minesof never-failing skill,He treasures up His bright designs,And works His sovereign will.fresh courage take,The clouds you so much dreadAre big with mercy, and shall breakIn blessings on your head.Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,But trust Him for His grace:Behind a frowning providenceHe hides a smiling face.His purposes will ripen fast,Unfolding every hour;The bud may have a bitter taste,But sweet will be the flowerBlind unbelief is sure to err,And scan His work in vain;God is His own interpreter,And He will make it plain.{}
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