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:

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.