God Moves in a Mysterious Way Songtext
von Matt Papa

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
He treasures up His bright designs
And works His sov′reign will


Judge not the Lord by feeble sense
But trust Him for His grace
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take
The clouds you so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head

Holy, holy, O mysteries beyond
Glory, glory be to our sov'reign God

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 flow′r

Holy, holy, O mysteries beyond
Glory, glory be to our sov'reign God
Holy, holy, O mysteries beyond
Glory, glory be to our sov'reign God