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.
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.
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 work in vain; God is His own interpreter, And He will make it plain.
"Lord I have a heavy burden of all I've seen and know,It's more than I can handle. But your word is burning like a fire shut up in my bones and I cannot let it go. And when I'm weary and overwrought with so many battles left unfought: I think of Paul and Silas in the prison yard, I hear their song of freedom rising to the stars. And when the Saints go marching in, I want to be one of them. Lord it's all that I can't carry and cannot leave behind, it often overwhelms me but when I think of all who've gone before and lived the faithful life their courage compels me. And when I'm weary and overwrought with so many battles left unfought: I think of Paul and Silas in the prison yard, I hear their song of freedom rising to the stars. I see the shepherd Moses in the Pharoh's court, I hear his call for freedom for the people of the Lord. And when the Saints go marching in I want to be one of them. I see the long quiet walk along the Underground Railroad. I see the slave awakening to the value of her soul. I see the young missionary and the angry spear. I see his family returning with no trace of fear. I see the long hard shadows of Calcutta nights. I see the sisters standing by the dying man's side. I see the young girl huddled on the brothel floor. I see the man with a passion come and kicking down the door. I see the man of sorrows and his long troubled road. I see the world on his shoulders and my easy load. and when the Saints go marching in I want to be one of them."