THE CHURCH
CONGREGATIONAL HYMNS

C.M R. C. H. 31

by WILLIAM COWPER, 1731-1800

God Moves in a Mysterious Way
"And the crooked shall be made straight
..., And the glory of the Lord shall be revealed Isaiah 40:4
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
His treasures up His bright designs
And works His sovereign 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.
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