THIS IS MY FATHER"S WORLD
This is my Fa-ther's world, And to my listing ears, All
nature sings, and round me rings, The music of the spheres.
This is my Fa-ther's world, I rest me in the thought Of
rocks and trees of. . skies and seas-His hand the won-ders wrought.
This is my Fa-ther's world, The birds their car-ols raise, The
morn-ing light, The lil-y white. De-clare their Ma-ker's praise.
This is my Fa-ther's world, He shines in all that's fair; In the
rus-tling grass I .. hear Him pass, He speaks to me ev-'ry-where.
This is my Fa-ther's world, O let me ne'er for-get That
though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the Rul-er yet.
This is my Fa-ther's world, The bat-tle is not done, Je- -
sus who died shall be sat-is-fied, And earth and heav'n be one. A-MEN.
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