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God moves in a mysterious way |
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His wonders to perform |
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He plants HIs footsteps in the sea |
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And rides upon the storm |
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Deep in unsearchable mines |
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Of never failing skill |
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He treasures up His bright designs |
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And works HIs sovereign will |
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Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take |
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The clouds you so much dread |
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Are big with mercy and shall break |
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In blessings, in blessings |
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In blessings on your head |
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Judge not the Lord by feeble sense |
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But trust Him for His grace |
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Behind a frowning providence |
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He hides a smiling face |
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His purposes will ripen fast |
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Unfolding every hour |
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The bud may have a bitter taste |
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But sweet will be the flower |
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Blind unbelief is sure to err |
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And scan His work in vain |
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God is His own interpreter |
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And He will make it plain |
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In His own time |
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In His own way... |
