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 bird 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:
oh, let me not forget that,
though the wrong seems oft so strong,
God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father's word;
why should my heart be sad?
The Lord is King, let the heavens ring!
God reigns; let the earth be glad.
