This Is My Father’s World

1. This is my Father’s world,

And to my list’ning ears,

All nature sings, and round me rings

The music of the spheres.

This is my Father’s world;

I rest me in the thought

Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas—

The wonders God has wrought.

2. This is my Father’s world.

The birds their carols raise;

The morning light, the starry night

Declare their Maker’s praise.

This is my Father’s world;

He shines in all that’s fair.

In   rustling grass I hear Him pass;

He speaks to me ev’rywhere.

3. This is my Father’s world.

Oh, let me ne’er forget

That though the wrong seems oft so strong,

God is the Ruler yet.

This is my Father’s world;

Why should my heart be sad?

The Lord is King; let heaven ring!

God reigns; let earth be glad!