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.
Words: Malt bie D. Bab cock, 1901, alt. While a pas tor in Lock port, New York, Bab cock liked to hike in an ar ea called “the es carp ment,” an an cient upthrust ledge near Lock port. It has a mar vel ous view of farms, or chards, and Lake On tar io, about 15 miles dis tant. It is said those walks in the woods inspired these lyr ics. The ti tle re calls an ex press ion Bab cock used when start ing a walk: “I’m go ing out to see my Fa ther’s world.”
Music: Terra Beata, tra di tion al Eng lish mel o dy, ar ranged by Frank lin L. Shep pard in his Al le lu ia, 1915 (MI DI, score).
