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.

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.

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.

This is my Father�s world, dreaming, I see His face.
I ope my eyes, and in glad surprise cry, �The Lord is in this place.�
This is my Father�s world, from the shining courts above,
The Beloved One, His Only Son,
Came�a pledge of deathless love.

This is my Father�s world, should my heart be ever sad?
The lord is King�let the heavens ring. God reigns�let the earth be glad.
This is my Father�s world. Now closer to Heaven bound,
For dear to God is the earth Christ trod.
No place but is holy ground.

This is my Father�s world. I walk a desert lone.
In a bush ablaze to my wondering gaze God makes His glory known.
This is my Father�s world, a wanderer I may roam
Whate�er my lot, it matters not,
My heart is still at home.