| Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | Hymns.
IV. “He sendeth sun, He sendeth shower” | | By Sarah Flower Adams (1805–1848) |
| | | 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, | 5 |
| Father! Thy will, not mine, be done. | |
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| Can loving children e’er reprove | |
| With murmurs, whom they trust and love? | |
| Creator! I would ever be | |
| A trusting, loving child to Thee: | 10 |
| As comes to me or cloud or sun, | |
| Father! Thy will, not mine, be done. | |
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| O! ne’er will I at life repine— | |
| Enough that Thou hast made it mine. | |
| When falls the shadow cold of death, | 15 |
| I yet will sing with parting breath, | |
| As comes to me or shade or sun, | |
| Father! Thy will, not mine, be done. | | | | |
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