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 heaven be one
Cause I have a father
He is my father
He reigns in power and in love
I have a father
my glorious father
Creator, Master, King
My God.
We have a father
He is our father
He reigns in power and in love
We have a father
our glorious father
Creator, Master, King
My God.
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,
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 heaven be one
Cause I have a father
He is my father
He reigns in power and in love
I have a father
my glorious father
Creator, Master, King
My God.
We have a father
He is our father
He reigns in power and in love
We have a father
our glorious father
Creator, Master, King
My God.
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.