Lyric 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
...as sung by Amy Grant
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.
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
...as sung by Amy Grant
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.