4This Is My Father's World

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 thoughtOf 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 forgetThat 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.