Friday, September 23, 2011

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!

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