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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

He Sendeth Sun, He Sendeth Shower

By Sarah Flower Adams (1805–1848)

HE sendeth sun, he sendeth shower,

Alike they’re needful to 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.

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 cloud or sun,

Father! thy will, not mine, be done.