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;
He speaks to me everywhere.
This is my Father's world, yet here His Son was slain,
Though God from God, He esteemed it not,
by human hands betrayed
This is my Father's world, His works shall not be lost
God’s love would bring us home to Him
Though Jesus be the cost
This is my Father's world, why should my heart be sad?
The Lord is king, let the heaven's ring
God reigns, let the earth be glad!
Maltbie D Babcock, Matt Giles ©2014 Matt Giles Music