This Is My Father's World

This Is My Father's World

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 

His hand the wonders wrought. 

This is my Father's world, 

The birds their carols raise, 

The morning light, 

The lily white, 

Declare their Maker's praise. 

This is my Father's world, 

He shines in all that's fair; 

In the rustling grass 

I hear Him pass, 

He speaks to me ev'rywhere. 

This is my Father's world, 

O let me ne'er forget 

That though the wrong 

Seems oft so strong, 

God is the ruler yet. 

This my Father's world, 

Why should my heart be sad? 

The Lord is King

Let the heavens ring: 

God reigns: let the earth be glad.

by Maltbie D. Babcock

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