The Voice of Praise ‎#119

119. He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower

1 He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower;
Alike they're needful for the flower;
And joys and tears alike are sent
To give the soul fit nourishment:
As comes to me, or cloud, or sun,
Father, thy will, not mine, be done!

2 Can loving children e'er reprove
With murmurs whom they trust and love?
Creator, I would ever be
A trusting, loving child to thee:
As comes to me, or cloud, or sun,
Father, thy will, not mine, be done!

3 Oh, ne'er will I at life repine!
Enough that thou hast made it mine;
When falls the shadow cold of death,
I yet will sing, with parting breath,
As comes to me, or shade, or sun,
Father, thy will, not mind, be done!

Text Information

• First Line: He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower
• Author: Sarah F. Adams
• Meter: L. P. M.
• Publication Date: 1873
• Topic: Attributes of God: Fatherhood; Thy Will be Done

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