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Sundays After Trinity: Faith

216. God moves in a mysterious way

C.M.

London New:

Scottish Psalter, 1635

St. Anne:

William Croft, 1708

William Cowper, 1774

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,

With 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 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.

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