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 rustling grass I hear him pass
Speaks to me everywhere
This is my Father’s world, should my heart be ever sad?
The Lord is king - let heavens ring, and let the earth be glad
This is my Father’s world, now closer to heaven bound
For dear to God is the earth that Christ trod
No place but holy ground
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 rustling grass I hear him pass
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 rustling grass I hear him pass
Speaks to me everywhere
