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Song Lyrics
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 your head
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense
But trust Him for His grace
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face
Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain
God is His own interpreter
And He will make it plain
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