This Is My Father’s World (Lyrics)
Words by Maltbie D. Babcock
Music: TERRA BEATA English Melody
Arranged by Jay Rouse
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
O frocks and trees, of skies and seas –
His hand the wonders wrought.
This is my Father’s world. Should e’er 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; a wand’rer, I may roam.
Whate’er my lot, it matters not; my heart is still at home.
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. Oh, 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, satisfied,
And earth and Heav’n be one.
This is my Father’s world!