This is my Father's World,
and to my listening ears,
the music of the spheres.
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 lilly 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"
Text: Maltbie D. Babcock
Music: Trad. English melody; adapt. by Franklin L. Sheppard