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
hands the wonders wrought.
2
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.
3
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!