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 the 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 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 earth and heav'n be one.