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.

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Hear the music of the rain falling down
On the roof and window pane, falling down.
So our Father, kind and true,
Showers of blessing ever new,
On the good and evil, too
Still doth send.
And a cheerful song we raise,
To His honor and His priase,
For the love that crowns our days
To the end.

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