God Moves In A Mysterious Way

God
D
moves in a myst
A
erious
Bm
way
His
G
wonders to per
D
form;
He
D
plants His footsteps
A
in the
Bm
sea
And
G
rides u
A
pon the
D
storm.
Deep
D
in unfathoma
A
ble
Bm
mines
Of
G
never failing
D
skill
He
D
treasures up His
A
bright de
Bm
signs
And
G
works His
A
sovereign
D
will.
O
G4
bless the Lord with
D/F#4
heart and soul,
let
Em74
all within me
A3
sing
D/F#
and
G4
trust the wisdom/purpose/goodness
D/F#4
of my God
my
G4
Father, Lord, my
A7
King.
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Ye
D
fearful saints, fresh
A
courage
Bm
take;
The
G
clouds ye so much
D
dread
Are
D
big with mercy
A
and shall
Bm
break
In
G
blessings
A
on your
D
head.
Judge
D
not the Lord by
A
feeble
Bm
sense,
But
G
trust Him for His
D
grace;
Be
D
hind a frowning
A
provi
Bm
dence
He
G
hides a
A
smiling
D
face.
His
D
purposes will
A
ripen
Bm
fast,
Un
G
folding every
D
hour;
The
D
bud may have a
A
bitter
Bm
taste,
But
G
sweet will
A
be the
D
flower.
Blind
D
unbelief is
A
sure to
Bm
err
And
G
scan His work in
D
vain;
God
D
is His own in
A
terpre
Bm
ter,
And
G
He will
A
make it
D
plain.