92 This Is My Father s World
[1]
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
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.
[2]
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
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.
[3]
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;
Why should 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
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;
Why should my heart be sad?
The Lord is King; let the heavens ring!
God reigns; let the earth be glad.