God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm.
Deep in unfathomable mines, Of never failing skill,
He treasures up His bright designs, And works His sov’reign will.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take; The clouds ye so much dread,
Are big with mercy and shall break, In blessings on your head.
He plants His footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm.
Deep in unfathomable mines, Of never failing skill,
He treasures up His bright designs, And works His sov’reign will.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take; The clouds ye so much dread,
Are big with mercy and shall break, 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.
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 flow’r.
Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter, And He will make it plain.
Written by William CowperThe bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flow’r.
Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter, And He will make it plain.
"Deep calls to deep at the roar of your waterfalls; all your breakers and your waves have gone over me. By day the LORD commands his steadfast love, and at night his song is with me, a prayer to the God of my life." Psalms 42:7-8
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