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Hear the music of the rain, falling down,
On the roof and window pane, falling down.
“Murmur not,” it seems to say,
For Our Father’s love today
Orders only in our way
Good to fall.
Like the gentle falling rain,
Over mountain, lake, and plain,
Will his tender care remain,
Over all.
Hear the music of the rain, beautiful rain,
As the pearly drops in showers pattering fall;
Hear the sweet, subdued refrain,
On the roof and window pane
Of our Father’s tender love for all.
Hear the music of the rain, falling down,
On the roof and window pane, falling down,
What a lesson does it bring,
What a chorus does it sing,
What a message from our King
Of his love,
And we seem to hear him say,
“Come, ye children, learn my way,
From my fold no longer stray,
Look above.”
Hear the music of the rain, beautiful rain,
As the pearly drops in showers pattering fall;
Hear the sweet, subdued refrain,
On the roof and window pane
Of our Father’s tender love for all.
Philip Paul Bliss
