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 sk** 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...