This Is My Father’s World

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, the birds their carols raise
The morning light, the lily white, declare their Maker's praise
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. 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: why should my heart be sad?
The Lord is King; let the heavens ring!
God reigns; let the earth be glad!
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
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass;
He speaks to me everywhere