This Is My Father's World

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 lily 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. 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!
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.
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass
He speaks to me everywhere. "I alone know the plans I have for you,
plans to bring prosperity and not disaster,
plans to bring about the future you HOPE for."