This is my Father's world,
and to my listening ears
all nature sings, and 'round me rings
the beauty 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.
Hiking is a delight to my eyes as well as my soul. Whenever I am out in nature, I think of the Hand that made all things, and it brings a special joy to my heart. The One who created such magnificent beauty also created me, and is taking care of me. It is a comfort to know that He cares for me and loves me so much. Even though life has it's trials, I can rest and trust in Him to guide me and provide for me.
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:
why should my heart be sad?
The Lord is King; let the heavens ring!
God reigns; let the earth be glad!
