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
