This is my Fatherís World, and to my listening ears
All nature sings and round me rings, The music of the spheres
This is my Fatherís world, the birds their carols raise
The morning light, the lily white, declare their Makers praise
This is my Fatherís world, I rest me in the thought
Of rocks, and trees, of skies and seas
His hand the wonders wrought.
This is my Fatherís world, Oí let me neíer forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet
This is my Fatherís 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 Fatherís world, He shines in all thatís fair;