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. The birds their carols raise. The morning light, The lilly white Declare their Maker's praise. 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, And to my listening ears All nature sings, And round me rings The music of the spheres. This is my Father's world; He shines in all that's fair: In the rustling gra** I hear Him pa**; He speaks to me everywhere. This is my Father's world, And 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 Will be satisfied, And earth and heav'n be one.