535 | The Hymnal#536 | 537 |
Text: | God moves in a mysterious way |
Author: | William Cowper |
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 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye 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.
Amen.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | God moves in a mysterious way |
Author: | William Cowper (1774) |
Publication Date: | 1895 |