This Is My Father’s World

This Is My Father’s World

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.

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.

This is my Father’s world;
O, 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 heavens ring!
God reigns; Let earth be glad!

—Maltbie D. Babcock (1901)

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