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
Be at rest of my soul
Even when a sparrow falls the Father knows
Be at rest of my soul
His love for you is greater than creation knows
This is my Father’s world. Oh 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
Be at rest of my soul
Even when a sparrow falls the Father knows
Be at rest of my soul
His love for you is greater than creation knows
This is my Father’s world, and to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings
the music of the spheres
