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 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.
3 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 Heaven be one.
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First Line: | This is my Father's world |
Author: | Maltbie Davenport Babcock (1858-1901) |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1986 |
Topic: | God the Father: Works |