| God moves in a mysterious way, yes
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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, yeah, 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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| 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, yeah, in blessings, yeah
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| In blessings on your head
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| On your head
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| On your head
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| Blind unbelief is sure to err
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| And scan His work in vain
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| For 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…
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| Yes
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| In His own time
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| In His own way… |