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;
Yeshua who died shall be satisfied,
And earth and heaven be one.