God moves in mysterious way

His wonders to perfprm

He plants His footsteps in the sea

And rides upon the storm

Deep in unfathomable mines

Of never failing skill

He treasures up His bright designs

And works His sovereign will

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take

The clouds ye so much dred

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 purpose 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

-William Copper-