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 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 heaven one.

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Maltbie Davenport Babcock (1901) (1858-1901)

What a wonderful old hymn that we can still sing with joy.