He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower, <br />Alike they're needful for the flower: <br />And joys and tears alike are sent <br />To give the soul fit nourishment. <br />As comes to me or cloud or sun, <br />Father! thy will, not mine, be done! <br />Can loving children e'er reprove <br />With murmurs whom they trust and love? <br />Creator! I would ever be <br />A trusting, loving child to thee: <br />As comes to me or cloud or sun, <br />Father! thy will, not mine, be done! <br />Oh, ne'er will I at life repine: <br />Enough that thou hast made it mine. <br />When falls the shadow cold of death <br />I yet will sing, with parting breath, <br />As comes to me or shade or sun, <br />Father! thy will, not mine, be done!<br /><br />Sarah Flower Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-4/
