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This Is My Father's World

Key - C
Tempo - 87 | Time - 4/4

Verse 1 - Slow, Meditative

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

rocks and trees, of

skies and

seas;

His

hand the

wonders

wrought.

Verse 2 - Faster

This

is my

Father's

world, the

birds their

carols

raise,

The

morning light, the

lily

white,

clare their

Maker's

praise.

This

is my

Father's

world: He

shines in all that's

fair;

In the

rustling grass I

hear Him

pass;

speaks to

me every

where.

Verse 3

This is

Father's

world. O

let me

ne'er for

get

That

though the wrong seems

oft so

strong,

God

is the

ruler

yet.

This

is my

Father's

world: the

battle is not

done:

sus Who died shall be

satis

fied,

And

earth and

Heav'n be

one.

{title: This Is My Father's World}

{c: Verse 1 - Slow, Meditative}
This [C]is my [G]Father's [C]world, and [F]to my [C]listening [G]ears
All [C]nature sings, and [E]round me [Am]rings
The [C]music [G]of the [C]spheres.
{soc}
This [C]is my [F]Father's [C]world: I [F]rest me in the [C]thought
Of [C]rocks and trees, of [E]skies and [Am]seas;
His [C]hand the [G]wonders [C]wrought.
{eoc}

{c: Verse 2 - Faster}
This [C]is my [G]Father's [C]world, the [F]birds their [C]carols [G]raise,
The [C]morning light, the [E]lily [Am]white,
De[C]clare their [G]Maker's [C]praise.
{soc}
This [C]is my [F]Father's [C]world: He [F]shines in all that's [C]fair;
In the [C]rustling grass I [E]hear Him [Am]pass;
He [C]speaks to [G]me every[C]where.
{eoc}

{c: Verse 3}
This is [C]my [G]Father's [C]world. O [F]let me [C]ne'er for[G]get
That [C]though the wrong seems [E]oft so [Am]strong,
God [C]is the [G]ruler [C]yet.
{soc}
This [C]is my [F]Father's [C]world: the [F]battle is not [C]done:
Je[C]sus Who died shall be [E]satis[Am]fied,
And [C]earth and [G]Heav'n be [C]one.
{eoc}

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 skies and seas;
His hand the wonders wrought.

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: He shines in all that's fair;
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass;
He speaks to me everywhere.

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: the battle is not done:
Jesus Who died shall be satisfied,
And earth and Heav'n be one.

"This Is My Father's World"
Words by Maltbie Davenport Babcock. Music by Franklin Lawrence Sheppard.
Public Domain
CCLI License #Not Specified

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