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god moves in a mysterious way, yes, his wonders to perform, he plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm, deep in unsearchable mines, of never failing skill, he treasures up his bright designs, and works his sovereign will, ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, the clouds you so much dread, are big with mercy and shall break, in blessings, yeah, in blessings, 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, but sweet will be the flower, ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, the clouds you so much dread, are big with mercy and shall break, in blessings, yeah, in blessings, yeah, in blessings on your head, on your head, on your head, blind unbelief is sure to err, and scan his work in vain, for god is his own interpreter, and he will make it plain, in his own time, in his own way. yes, in his own time, in his own way.

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Artist: jeremy riddle