William Cowper — Light Shining out of Darkness

1 God moves in a mysterious way,         His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea,         And rides upon the storm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines         Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs,         And works his sov'reign will. 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,         The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break         In blessings on your head. 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,         But trust him for his grace; Behind a frowning providence         He hides a smiling face. 5 His purposes will ripen fast,         Unfolding ev'ry hour; The bud may have a bitter taste,         But sweet will be the flow'r. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,         And scan his work in vain; God is his own interpreter,         And he will make it plain.