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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.
  • "He sendeth Sun, he sendeth Shower".

• Once have a priest for enemy, good bye
  To peace.
  • Vivia Perpetua, Act iii. Sc. ii.

Nearer, my God, to Thee

• Though like the wanderer,
  The sun gone down,
  Darkness be over me,
  My rest a stone;
  Yet in my dreams I'd be
  Nearer, my God, to Thee.

• Nearer, my God, to Thee!
  Nearer to Thee!
  E’en though it be a cross
  That raiseth me,
  Still all my song shall be,
  Nearer, my God, to Thee!
  Nearer to Thee!