Hymn 307 — God moves in a mysterious way
| 307 | W. COWPER (1731-1800) | C.M. |
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God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants His footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. | |
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Deep in unfathomable mines Of 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 break In blessings on your head. | |
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His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower. | |
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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. | |