1 This is my Father's world,
And to my list'ning 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,
O let us not forget
That though the wrong is great and strong,
God is the ruler yet.
He trusts us with his world,
to keep it clean and fair--
all earth and trees, all skies and seas,
all creatures everywhere.
3 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.
This is my Father's world:
why should my heart be sad?
The Lord is King, let heaven ring!
God reigns: let earth be glad.
