Words: Maltbie D. Babcock, 1858-1901
Music: “Terra Beata” by Franklin L. Sheppard, 1915
[Key: Bb]

 

Verse 1
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.

 

Verse 2
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.

 

Verse 3
This is my Father’s world,
From the shining courts above,
The Beloved One, His Only Son,
Was giv’n to show God’s love.
This is my Father’s world:
Why should my heart be sad?
The Lord is King; let the heavens ring!
God reigns; let earth be glad!

 

Verse 4
This is my Father’s world.
Oh, 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.