This is My Father's World

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;
    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 ev'rywhere.

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 world;
    why should my heart be sad?
    The Lord is king, let heaven ring;
    God reigns, let earth be glad!