This is my Father's world
And to my listening ears
All nature sings and round me rings
The music of the spheres
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 hands the wonders rod
I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees
Of skies and seas
His hands the wonders rod
This is my Father's world
The birds their carols raise
The morning light the, lilliy white
Declare their Maker's praise
The birds their carols raise
The morning light the, lilliy white
Declare their Maker's praise
This is my Father's world
He shines in all that's fare
In rustling grass I hear him pass
He speaks to me everywhere
He shines in all that's fare
In rustling grass I hear him pass
He speaks to me everywhere
This is my Father's world
And to my listening ears
All nature sings and round me rings
The music of the sphere
And to my listening ears
All nature sings and round me rings
The music of the sphere
