1 God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea
and rides upon the storm,
and rides upon the storm.

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

3 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
but trust Him for His grace;
beneath a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face,
He hides a smiling face.

4 Blind unbelief is sure to err
and scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
and He will make it plain,
and He will make it plain.