God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform.
He plants his footsteps on the sea, And rides upon the storm.
Deep in unfathomable mines, of never-failing skill;
he fashions up his bright designs, and works his sovereign will.
God of mercy! God of grace!
Give us eyes to see!
Eyes to see Your smiling face
within the mystery,
within the mystery!
Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds you so much dread,
Are big with mercy, and shall break, With blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace.
Behind a frowning providence, He hides a smiling face.
Refrain
Are big with mercy, and shall break, With blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace.
Behind a frowning providence, He hides a smiling face.
Refrain
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 work in vain.
God is His own interpreter, And He will make it plain.
Refrain
Grace teaches our heart to fear and grace our fears relieves. God is holier than we imagined and more gracious than we deserve. His light reveals our dust. It was invisible to our eyes until we saw Him, but now that the light is coming through the windows of our soul, the dust is unveiled. Yet the fact of His presence in that light assures us that the dust will not prevail. The darkness does not make the dust go away, it only conceals it. The light reveals what dust is already there, but it shines through it and provides a way out of the dust-ridden darkness.
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