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 sovereign will.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
William Cowper