This is my Father's world
And to my listening 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 everywhere.
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,
The battle is not done.
Jesus, who died, shall be satisfied
And earth and heaven be one
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This is my Father's world
And to my listening 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 everywhere.
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,
The battle is not done.
Jesus, who died, shall be satisfied
And earth and heaven be one
And to my listening 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 everywhere.
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,
The battle is not done.
Jesus, who died, shall be satisfied
And earth and heaven be one