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 sovereign will judge not the lord by feeble sense but trust him for his grace behind a frowning providence he hides a smiling face you fearful saints fresh courage take the clouds you so much dread are big with mercy and shall break in blessings on your head holy holy o mysteries beyond glory glory be to our sovereign god blind unbelief is sure to err and scan his work in vain god is his own interpreter and he will make it plain his purposes will ripen fast unfolding every hour the bud may have a bitter taste but sweet will be the flower holy holy o mysteries beyond glory glory be to our sovereign god holy holy o mysteries beyond glory glory be to our sovereign god 