1 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. 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: The battle is not done: Jesus who died shall be
satisfied, And earth and Heav’n be one.
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