God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform He plants His footsteps in the sea And rides upon the storm Deep in unsearchable mines Of never-failing skill He treasures up His bright designs And works His sovereign will And ye fearful saints, fresh courage take The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break In blessings, yeah, in blessings And in blessings on your head 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 His purposes will ripen fast Unfolding every hour The bud may have a bitter taste But sweet will be the flower And ye fearful saints, fresh courage take The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break In blessings, yeah, and in blessings, yeah And In blessings on your head And on your head On your head On your head ♪ Blind unbelief is sure to err And scan His work in vain For God is His own interpreter And He will make it plain In His own time In His own way ♪ In His own time In His own way