(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)
This song has special meaning to me. It is associated in my mind with Professor Reigles and the Houghton College Choir. It was both a tryout song, and a tuning song.
This is my Father’s world, And to my list’ning 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 ev’ry where.
This is my Father’s world – O let me ne’er forget
That tho 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.