God works in ways of wonder,
And causes us to ponder
His glorious deeds here yonder
O’ praise Him, our faith’s founder
God works on earth below
In ways clear and plain to know

He causes hearts to rejoice
And sets our soul ablaze
God still works at the closing hour
The darken grave of sorrow, is not ours
Though we walk through death dark alley
We shall rest and rejoice in our God’s valley