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 Declares 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 is my Father's world, The battle is not done; Jesus who died shall be satisfied, And earth and heaven be one.
Words: Malthie D. Babcock, 1858-1901
Music: Franklin L. Sheppherd, 1852-1930
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