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 lakes and seas, His hand the wonders wrought,

This is my Father’s world, O let me ne’re 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!