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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For The Beauty Of The Earth

For The Beauty Of The Earth

1. For the beauty of the earth, 

For the glory of the skies; 

For the love which from our birth, 

Over and around us lies; 

Lord of all, to Thee we raise 

This, our hymn of grateful praise. 

2. For the wonder of each hour, 

Of the day and of the night; 

Hill and vale and tree and flow'r, 

Sun and moon, and stars of light; 

Lord of all, to Thee we raise 

This, our hymn of grateful praise. 

3. For the joy of ear and eye, 

For the heart and mind's delight; 

For the mystic harmony, 

Linking sense to sound and sight; 

Lord of all, to Thee we raise 

This, our hymn of grateful praise. 

4. For the joy of human love, 

Brother, sister, parent, child; 

Friends on Earth and friends above, 

For all gentle thoughts and mild; 

Lord of all, to Thee we raise 

This, our hymn of grateful praise. 

5. For Thy church that evermore, 

Lifteth holy hands above; 

Off'ring up on ev'ry shore, 

Her pure sacrifice of love; 

Lord of all, to Thee we raise 

This, our hymn of grateful praise. 

Amen.

by Folliott S. Pierpont

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IS NOT THIS THE LAND OF BEAULAH?

IS NOT THIS THE LAND OF BEAULAH? 

Is Not This The Land of Beulah? 

I am dwelling on the mountain, 

Where the golden sunlight gleams, 

O'er a land of wondrous beauty, 

Far exceeds my fondest dreams; 

Where the air is pure, ethereal, 

Laden with the the breath of flowers, 

They are blooming by the fountain, 

'Neath the amaranthine bowers. 

I can see far down the mountain, 

Where I wandered weary years, 

Often hindered in my journey 

By the ghosts of doubts and fears, 

Broken vows and disappointments 

Thickly sprinkled all the way; 

But the Spirit led unerring 

To the land I hold today. 

I am drinking at the fountain, 

Where I ever would abide, 

For I've tasted life's pure river, 

And my soul is satisfied; 

There's no thirsting for life's pleasures, 

Nor adorning rich and gay, 

For I've found a richer treasure, 

One that fadeth not away. 

Tell me not of heavy crosses, 

Nor of burdens hard to bear, 

For I've found this great salvation, 

Makes each burden light appear; 

And I love to follow Jesus, 

Gladly counting all but dross, 

Worldly honors all forsaking 

For the glory of the cross. 

Oh, the cross has wondrous glory! 

Oft I've proved this to be true, 

When I'm in the way so narrow, 

I can see a pathway through; 

And how sweetly Jesus whispers, 

"Take the cross, thou need'st not fear, 

For I've trod the way before thee, 

And the glory lingers near." 

Is not this the Land of Beaulah, 

Blessed, blessed land of light, 

Where the flowers bloom forever, 

And the sun is always bright?

By Anonymous  

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