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 grass   I hear Him pass;   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.