Verse 1God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
Verse 3In blessings on your head.
Verse 4Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
Verse 5His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
Verse 6Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.