"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 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; the battle is not done;

Jesus, who died, shall be satisfied, And earth and heav'n be one."