| This is my Father’s world
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| and to my listening ears,
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| all nature sings and ‘round me rings
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| the music of the spheres.
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| This is my Father’s world,
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| I rest me in the thought
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| of rocks and trees, of skies and seas,
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| His hand, the wonders wrought.
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| This is my Father’s world,
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| the birds, their carols raise,
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| the morning light, the lily white
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| declare their maker’s praise.
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| This is my Father’s world,
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| He shines in all that’s fair.
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| In the rustling grass I hear Him pass,
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| He speaks to me everywhere.
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| This is my Father’s world,
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| oh let me ne’er forget
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| that though the wrong seems oft so strong,
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| God is the ruler yet.
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| This is my Father’s world,
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| the battle is not done.
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| Jesus, who died, shall be satisfied
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| and earth and heaven be one |