Author: Sarah F. Adams Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #119 (1873) Lyrics: 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! Topics: Attributes of God Fatherhood; Thy Will be Done
He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower