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.
O – o – o – o – oh
O – o – o – o – oh
O – o – o – o – oh
O – o – o – oh
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 Fa – ther's world: He shines in all that's fair;
In the rustling grass I hear him pass; He speaks to me everywhere.
O – o – o – o – oh
O – o – o – o – oh
O – o – o – o – oh
O – o – o – oh
This is my Fa – ther's world! The battle is not done;
Jesus who died, shall be satisfied, And earth and heav'n be one.
O – o – o – o – oh
O – o – o – o – oh
O – o – o – o – oh
O – o – o – oh
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!
O – o – o – o – oh
O – o – o – o – oh
O – o – o – o – oh
O – o – o – oh
O – o – o – o – oh
(the Earth is filled with your glory)
O – o – o – o – oh
O – o – o – o – oh
(the Earth is filled with your glory)
O – o – o – oh
O – o – o – o – oh
(the Earth is filled with your glory)
O – o – o – o – oh
(the Earth is filled with your glory)
O – o – o – o – oh
(the Earth is filled with your glory)
O – o – o – oh
