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:  
	why should my heart be sad?  
	The Lord is King; let the heavens ring!  
	God reigns; let the earth be glad!