God moves in a mysterious way, his wonders to perform
He plants his footsteps in the sea and rides upon the storm
In infinite and boundless mines of never-failing skill
He treasures up his bright designs and works his sovereign will
Oh, how deep is your wisdom, God
Just and true in all your ways
In every trial, you prove your love
You are good always
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, the clouds ye so much dread
Are filled with mercy and shall break with 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
Oh, how deep is your wisdom, God
Just and true in all your ways
In every trial, you prove your love
You are good always
His purposes will ripen fast, unfolding every hour
The bud may have a bitter taste, but sweet will be the flower
Blind unbelief is sure to err and scan his works in vain
God is his own interpreter, and he will make it plain
God is his own interpreter, and he will make it plain
Oh, how deep is your wisdom, God
Just and true in all your ways
In every trial, you prove your love
You are good always
Oh, how deep is your wisdom, God
Just and true in all your ways
In every trial, you prove your love
You are good always