This is my Father's world,nAnd to my listening earsnAll nature singsnAnd round me ringsnThe music of the spheresnnThis is my Father's world.nThe birds their carols raise.nThe morning light,nThe lilly whitenDeclare their Maker's praise.nnThis is my Father's world.nI rest me in the thoughtnof rocks and trees,nof skies and seas;nHis Hand the wonders wrought.nnThis is my Father's world,nAnd to my listening earsnAll nature sings,nAnd round me ringsnThe music of the spheres.nnThis is my Father's world;nHe shines in all that's fair:nIn the rustling grassnI hear Him pass;nHe speaks to me everywhere.nnThis is my Father's world,nAnd let me ne'er forgetnThat, though the wrongnSeems oft so strong,nGod is the ruler yet.nnThis is my Father's world.nThe battle is not done.nJesus who diednWill be satisfied,nAnd earth and heav'n be one.