This is My Father’s World
Author: Maltbie D. Babcock, 1901
This is my Father’s world,
And to my list’ning 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,
The battle is not done;
Jesus, Who died, shall be satisfied,
And earth and heav’n be one.
Submisson:
Bernice Heys
I enjoy this hymn because it reminds me of my husband, Henry, who was a produce farmer. Each spring he planted seeds which he watched sprout and grow as they were watered with the rain and warmed by the sun. He enjoyed the outdoors and the beauty of nature. We see the clouds, sky, and beauty all around us and are blessed as we reflect on the world God created. It is His world.