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.
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 Heav’n be one.
This is my Father’s world
Dreaming
I see His face.
I ope my eyes
and in glad surprise
Cry
The Lord is in this place.
This is my Father’s world
From the shining courts above
The Beloved One
His only Son
Came—a pledge of deathless love.
This is my Father’s world
Should my heart be ever sad?
The lord is King—let the heavens ring.
God reigns—let the earth be glad.
This is my Father’s world.
Now closer to Heaven bound
For dear to God is the earth Christ trod.
No place but is holy ground.
This is my Father’s world.
I walk a desert lone.
In a bush ablaze to my wondering gaze
God makes His glory known.
This is my Father’s world
A wanderer I may roam;
Whate’er my lot
it matters not
My heart is still at home.