God moves in a mysterious way
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God moves in a mysterious way,His wonders to perform;He plants his footsteps in the seaAnd rides upon the storm.
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Deep in unfathomable minesOf 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 breakIn blessings o'er your head.
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Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,But trust him for his grace;Behind a frowning providenceHe hides a smiling face.
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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.