God Moves In A Mysterious Way

God moves in a mysterious way, yes

His wonders to perform

He plants His footsteps in the sea

And rides upon the storm

Deep in unsearchable mines

Of never failing skill

He treasures up His bright designs

And works His sovereign will

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take

The clouds you so much dread

Are big with mercy and shall break

In blessings, yeah, in blessings

In blessings on your head

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense

But trust Him for His grace

Behind a frowning providence

He hides a smiling face

His purposes will ripen fast

Unfolding every hour

The bud may have a bitter taste

But sweet will be the flower

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take

The clouds you so much dread

Are big with mercy and shall break

In blessings, yeah, in blessings, yeah

In blessings on your head

On your head

On your head

Blind unbelief is sure to err

And scan His work in vain

For God is His own interpreter

And He will make it plain

In His own time

In His own way...

Yes

In His own time

In His own way...