AGH 094

Verse 1

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

Verse 2

Verse 3

In blessings on your head.

Verse 4

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

Verse 5

His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

Verse 6

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