This is my father's world
And to my listening ears
All nature sings and roundly 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,
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 whites,
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,
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,
I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas,
His hand the wonders wrought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas,
His hand, wonderful!