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 the rust­ling grass I hear Him pass;
He speaks to me ev­ery­where.

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:
The bat­tle is not done:
Jesus who died shall be sa­tis­fied,
And earth and Heav’n be one.

This is my Fa­ther’s world,
Dreaming, I see His face.
I ope my eyes, and in glad sur­prise
Cry, The Lord is in this place.
This is my Fa­ther’s world,
From the shin­ing courts above,
The Be­lov­ed One, His only Son,
Came—a pledge of death­less love.

This is my Fa­ther’s world,
Should my heart be ev­er sad?
The lord is King—let the hea­vens ring.
God reigns—let the earth be glad.
This is my Fa­ther’s world.
Now clos­er to Hea­ven bound,
For dear to God is the earth Christ trod.
No place but is ho­ly ground.

This is my Fa­ther’s world.
I walk a des­ert lone.
In a bush ablaze to my won­der­ing gaze
God makes His glo­ry known.
This is my Fa­ther’s world,
A wan­der­er I may roam;
Whate’er my lot, it mat­ters not,
My heart is still at home.