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This is My Father’s World

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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.

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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.

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This is my Father’s world:�Oh, 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.