This Is My Father's World sing and play along

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 rustling grass I hear Him pass,

He speaks to me ev'rywhere.