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

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

3 His purposes will ripen fast,
unfolding ev'ry hour;
the bud may have a bitter taste,
but sweet will be the flow'r.

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