421 God moves in a mysterious way,

1 God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform: He plants His footsteps in the sea And rides upon the storm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up His bright designs, And works His sovereign will. 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take! The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. 5 His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour. The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan His works in vain; God is His own interpreter, And He will make it plain.