Text: | This is my Father's world |
Tune: | TERRA BEATA |
1. 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.
2. This is my Mother's world;
the birds their carols raise,
the morning light, the flowers bright,
declare their Maker's praise.
This is my Mother's world;
she shines in all that's fair;
in the rustling grass I hear her pass;
she speaks to me everywhere.
3. This is my Maker's world;
oh, let me ne'er forget
that though the wrong seems oft so strong,
God is the ruler yet.
This is my Maker's world;
why should my heart be sad?
The heavens ring; let nature sing.
God reigns; let earth be glad.
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First Line: | This is my Father's world |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1998 |
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Name: | TERRA BEATA |