This Is My Father's World

This is my father's world,
And to my listning 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 makers 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 ev'rywhere.

This is my father's world,
O let me ne'er forget,
That 'tho 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.

accesses. Updated 5/25/02