This Is My Father’s World
Words: Maltbie D. Babcock, 1858-1901
Music: Franklin L. Sheppard, 1852-1930
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 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 heaven be one.