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 never-failing 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...Learn More

There is a fountain filled with blood Drawn from Immanuel’s veins; And sinners, plunged beneath that flood Lose all their guilty stains: Lose all their guilty stains Lose all their guilty stains; And sinners, plunged beneath that flood Lose all their guilty stains The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day; And there may I, though...Learn More

Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine—thy own sweet smiles I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else, how distinct they say, "Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!" The meek intelligence of those dear eyes (Blest be the art that can...Learn More