Sing a new song of praise to him;
play skillfully on the harp, and sing with joy.
For the word of the Lord holds true,
and we can trust everything he does.
He loves whatever is just and good;
the unfailing love of the Lord fills the earth.
The Lord merely spoke,
and the heavens were created.
He breathed the word,
and all the stars were born.
He assigned the sea its boundaries
and locked the oceans in vast reservoirs.
Let the whole world fear the Lord,
and let everyone stand in awe of him.
For when he spoke, the world began!
It appeared at his command.
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 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 our Father's world, no pains we bear alone,
The cross He bore, the curtain torn, His Kingdom is our home.
This is our Father’s world, His rule shall never fail.
Though earth seems cold, this truth we hold:
The grave is conquered still.
released November 12, 2018
Words by: Maltbie Davenport Babcock and David Shay; Music by: Franklin L. Sheppard