This Is My Father's World

This is my FatherÔÇÖs world

and to my listening ears,

all nature sings and ÔÇ˙round me rings

the music of the spheres.

This is my FatherÔÇÖs world,

I rest me in the thought

of rocks and trees, of skies and seas,

His hand, the wonders wrought.



This is my FatherÔÇÖs world,

the birds, their carols raise,

the morning light, the lily white

declare their makerÔÇÖs praise.

This is my FatherÔÇÖs world,

He shines in all thatÔÇÖs fair.

In the rustling grass I hear Him pass,

He speaks to me everywhere.



This is my FatherÔÇÖs world,

oh let me neÔÇÖer forget

that though the wrong seems oft so strong,

God is the ruler yet.

This is my FatherÔÇÖs world,

the battle is not done.

Jesus, who died, shall be satisfied

and earth and heaven be one