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 sovrain will. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye s much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break in blessings on your head. judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust for his grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.