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*Source: [[Relief Society Song Book, 1919|<i>Relief Society Song Book</i>, 1919]], no. 83
 
*Source: [[Relief Society Song Book, 1919|<i>Relief Society Song Book</i>, 1919]], no. 83
 
*Contributor: [[User:Veramet|Veramet]] 03:11, 2 October 2010 (MDT)
 
*Contributor: [[User:Veramet|Veramet]] 03:11, 2 October 2010 (MDT)
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*Poet: [[William Cowper]] (1731–1800)
 
*Poet: [[William Cowper]] (1731–1800)
 
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*[http://library.lds.org/nxt/gateway.dll/Curriculum/music.htm/hymns.htm/special%20topics.htm/285%20god%20moves%20in%20a%20mysterious%20way.htm#JD_Hymns.285 Lyrics from LDS.org] (same as from [[the 1985 LDS hymnal]])
 
 
==Lyrics from [[Relief Society Song Book, 1919|<i>Relief Society Song Book</i>, 1919]], no. 83==
 
==Lyrics from [[Relief Society Song Book, 1919|<i>Relief Society Song Book</i>, 1919]], no. 83==
 
<pre>1. God moves in a mysterious way,
 
<pre>1. God moves in a mysterious way,
 
 
His wonders to perform;
 
His wonders to perform;
 
 
He plants His footsteps in the sea,
 
He plants His footsteps in the sea,
 
 
And rides upon the storm.
 
And rides upon the storm.
 
 
  
 
2. Deep in unfathomable mines
 
2. Deep in unfathomable mines
 
 
Of neverfailing skill,
 
Of neverfailing skill,
 
 
He treasures up His bright designs,
 
He treasures up His bright designs,
 
 
And works His sov’reign will.
 
And works His sov’reign will.
 
 
  
 
3. Ye fearful Saints, fresh courage take;
 
3. Ye fearful Saints, fresh courage take;
 
 
The clouds ye so much dread
 
The clouds ye so much dread
 
 
Are big with mercy, and shall break
 
Are big with mercy, and shall break
 
 
In blessings on your head.
 
In blessings on your head.
 
 
  
 
4. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
 
4. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
 
 
But trust Him for His grace,
 
But trust Him for His grace,
 
 
Behind a frowning providence,
 
Behind a frowning providence,
 
 
He hides a smiling face.</pre>
 
He hides a smiling face.</pre>
 
==Lyrics from [[A Collection of Sacred Hymns for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Europe, 1840]]==
 
==Lyrics from [[A Collection of Sacred Hymns for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Europe, 1840]]==
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Tune from Relief Society Song Book, 1919, no. 83

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Lyrics from Relief Society Song Book, 1919, no. 83

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

2. Deep in unfathomable mines
Of neverfailing skill,
He treasures up His bright designs,
And works His sov’reign will.

3. Ye fearful Saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

4. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace,
Behind a frowning providence,
He hides a smiling face.

Lyrics from A Collection of Sacred Hymns for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Europe, 1840

Hymn 21
C.M.D.
1. 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.

2. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take!
The clouds ye 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.

3. His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
Thy bud may have a bitter taste,
But 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.