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He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower

Author: Sarah F. Adams Hymnal: Hymn and Tune Book for the Church and the Home. (Rev. ed.) #496 (1883) Languages: English

He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower

Hymnal: A Church of England Hymn Book #636 (1880) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Languages: English
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He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower

Author: Anon. Hymnal: Hymn and Tune Book, for the Church and the Home #645 (1868) Languages: English
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He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower

Hymnal: Hymns for the Church of Christ (3rd thousand) #691 (1853) Languages: English
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He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower

Hymnal: Hymns for the Church of Christ. (6th thousand) #691 (1857) Languages: English
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He sendeth sun, He sendeth shower

Author: Mrs. Sarah F. Adams, 1805-1848 Hymnal: The Clifton Chapel Collection of "Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs" #752 (1881)
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He sendeth sun, He sendeth shower

Author: Sarah F. Adams Hymnal: Plymouth Collection of Hymns and Tunes; for the use of Christian Congregations #1082 (1855)
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He sendeth sun, He sendeth shower

Author: Sarah F. Adams Hymnal: The Baptist Hymn and Tune Book #1082 (1858)
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Thy Will Be Done!

Author: Sarah F. Adams Hymnal: A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) #264 (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: He sendeth sun, He sendeth shower Lyrics: 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! 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! O, 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 mine, be done! Languages: English

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