W. Cowper

C.M.

GOD moves in a mysterious way

His wonders to perform:

He plants His footsteps in the sea,

And rides upon the storm.

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Deep in unfathomable mines

Of never-failing skill,

He treasures up His bright designs,

And works His sovereign will.

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Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;

The clouds ye so much dread

Are big with mercy, and shall break

In blessings on your head.

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Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,

But trust Him for His grace:

Behind a frowning providence

He hides a smiling face.

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His purposes will ripen fast,

Unfolding every hour:

The bud may have a bitter taste,

But sweet will be the flower.

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Blind unbelief is sure to err,

And scan His work in vain;

God is His own Interpreter,

And He will make it plain.