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:

why should my heart be sad?

The Lord is King; let the heavens ring!

God reigns; let the earth be glad!