A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations / Consisting of Choice Passages from the Sacred Poetry of All Ages and Countries, Classified and Arranged, for Facility of Reference, Under Subject Headings; Illustrated by Striking Passages from Scripture, and Forming Altogether a Complete Book of Devotional Poetry.

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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.

Oh, ne’er will I at life repine,

Enough that Thou hast made it mine.

Where falls the shadow cold of death,

I yet will sing with parting breath,