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

This is my Father’s world:
the battle is not done Jesus
Who died shall be satisfied,
And earth and Heav’n be one

Maltbie Babcock, Public Domain