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 racks 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 thought 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 heav'n be one.
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