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D. H. Goble #1
(Lloyd #305) C. M.Cooper

God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps on the sea,
And rides upon the storm

Deep in un-fa-tho-ma-ble mines
Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up His bright designs
And works his sovreign will.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds you 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.

His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
ut 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.