This Is My Father's World

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. O let me ne'er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet

This is my Father's world: I rest in the thought
Of rocks and trees of skies and seas his hand the wonders wrought

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