God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.
Ye fearful Saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on on your head.
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 works in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.
4 comments:
This song was the closing hymn one Sunday during a very unrestful period in my life and brought so much solace. I have loved and depended on it ever since. I especially love the 2nd verse. Truly, the things we fear are blessings in the wings if we will turn those fears to faith.
Beautiful words and pictures!
What a beautiful post! Thank you!
Katie,
You are such an inspiration to me. You are in my thoughts and in my prayers. Thank you for the things you are teaching me.
with love, Brenda Benedict
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