"My Father's World"

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

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 heaven be one.

- Hymn by Maltbie Babcock