God moves in a mysterious way

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

And ye fearful saints fresh courage take

The clouds you so much dread

Are big with mercy and shall break

In blessings yeah in blessings

And 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

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

In His own time in His own way