1.	This is my Father's world, 
	And to my list'ning 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.

2.	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.

3.	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 heaven be one.