This is My Father's World
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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 the earth and heaven be one.
This is my Father’s world. I walk a desert lone.
In a bush ablaze to my wondering gaze God makes His glory known
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This is my Father’s world, a wanderer I may roam
Whate’er my lot, it matters not,
My heart is still at home.