THIS IS MY FATHER'S WORLD

This is my Father's world:

And to my lis-t'ning ears

All na-ture sings, and round me rings

The mu-sic 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 won-ders wrought




This is my Father's world,

The birds their car-ols raise,

The morn-ing light, the lil-y white,

De-clare their Mak-er's praise

This is my Father's world:

He shines in all that's fair;

In the rus-tling grass, I hear Him pass,

He speaks to me ev-'ry-where.




This is my Father's world,

O let me ne'er for-get

That tho' the wrong seems oft so strong,

God is the Rul-er yet.

This is my Father's world:

Why should my heart be sad?

The Lord is King: let the heav-ens ring!

God reigns: let earth be glad!