[Intro]
C G Am F C G Dm F
[Verse 1]
C G Am F
God moves in a mysterious way,
C G Dm F
His wonders to perform.
C G Am F
He plants His footsteps in the sea
C G Dm F
And rides upon the storm.
C G F
Deep in unsearchable mines
C G Dm F
Of never failing skill.
C G Am F
He treasures up His bright designs
C G Dm F
And works His sovereign will.
[Chorus]
C G C/E
And ye fearful saints, fresh courage take.
F F
The clouds you so much dread
C G
Are big with mercy and shall break in blessings,
C/E F F
Yeah, in blessings. Yeah.
C G Dm F F C G
And in blessings on your head
Am F C G Dm F
C/E F C G Dm7
And, on your head.
F C G Am F C G Dm F
On your head. On your head.
[Verse 2]
C G Am F
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense
C G Dm F
But trust Him for His grace.
C G Am F
Behind a frowning providence
C G Dm F
He hides a smiling face.
C G A F
His purposes will ripen fast,
C G Dm F
Unfolding ev’ry hour.
C G Am F
The bud may have a bitter taste
C G Dm F
But sweet will be the flow’r, Yeah.
[Bridge]
C G F
Blind unbelief is sure to err
C G Dm F
And scan His work in vain.
C G Am F
For God is His own interpreter,
C G Dm
And He will make it plain.
F C G Am F C G Dm
In His own , in His own way, yes.
F C G Am F C G Dm F C
In His own , in His own way.
[Intro]
C G Am F C G Dm F
[Verse 1]
C G Am F
God moves in a mysterious way,
C G Dm F
His wonders to perform.
C G Am F
He plants His footsteps in the sea
C G Dm F
And rides upon the storm.
C G F
Deep in unsearchable mines
C G Dm F
Of never failing skill.
C G Am F
He treasures up His bright designs
C G Dm F
And works His sovereign will.
[Chorus]
C G C/E
And ye fearful saints, fresh courage take.
F F
The clouds you so much dread
C G
Are big with mercy and shall break in blessings,
C/E F F
Yeah, in blessings. Yeah.
C G Dm F F C G
And in blessings on your head
Am F C G Dm F
C/E F C G Dm7
And, on your head.
F C G Am F C G Dm F
On your head. On your head.
[Verse 2]
C G Am F
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense
C G Dm F
But trust Him for His grace.
C G Am F
Behind a frowning providence
C G Dm F
He hides a smiling face.
C G A F
His purposes will ripen fast,
C G Dm F
Unfolding ev’ry hour.
C G Am F
The bud may have a bitter taste
C G Dm F
But sweet will be the flow’r, Yeah.
[Bridge]
C G F
Blind unbelief is sure to err
C G Dm F
And scan His work in vain.
C G Am F
For God is His own interpreter,
C G Dm
And He will make it plain.
F C G Am F C G Dm
In His own , in His own way, yes.
F C G Am F C G Dm F C
In His own , in His own way.
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