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

2 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence
Faith sees a smiling face.

3 Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.

4 You fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessing on your head.