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
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
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