God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform
He plants His footsteps in the sea and rides upon the storm
In deep unfathomed hidden mines of never failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs and works His sovereign will
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 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
His purposes will ripen fast, unfolding every hour
The bud may have a bitter taste, but sweet will be the flower
Blind unbelief is sure to err and scan His work in vain
God is His own interpreter and He will make it plain
His purposes will ripen fast, unfolding every hour
The bud may have a bitter taste, but sweet will be the flower
The bud may have a bitter taste, but sweet will be the flower
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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
In deep unfathomed hidden mines of never failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs and works His sovereign will
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 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
His purposes will ripen fast, unfolding every hour
The bud may have a bitter taste, but sweet will be the flower
Blind unbelief is sure to err and scan His work in vain
God is His own interpreter and He will make it plain
His purposes will ripen fast, unfolding every hour
The bud may have a bitter taste, but sweet will be the flower
The bud may have a bitter taste, but sweet will be the flower
He plants His footsteps in the sea and rides upon the storm
In deep unfathomed hidden mines of never failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs and works His sovereign will
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 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
His purposes will ripen fast, unfolding every hour
The bud may have a bitter taste, but sweet will be the flower
Blind unbelief is sure to err and scan His work in vain
God is His own interpreter and He will make it plain
His purposes will ripen fast, unfolding every hour
The bud may have a bitter taste, but sweet will be the flower
The bud may have a bitter taste, but sweet will be the flower
Writer: William Cowper, Luke Hill
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