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.

He that runs may read.

Remorse begets reform.

Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break, With blessings on your head

Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.

When nations are to perish in their sins, 'tis in the Church the leprosy begins.

The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.