This Is My Father's World Maltbie D. Babcock (1858-1901)

TERRA BEATA (S.M.) Franklin L. Sheppard (1852-1930)

This is my Fa-ther's world,
   And to my list-ening ears,
All na-ture sings, and round me rings
   The mu-sic of the spheres.

This is my Fa-ther's world:
   I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
   His hand the won-ders wrought.

This is my Fa-ther's world,
   The birds their car-ols raise,
The morn-ing light, the li-ly white,
   De-clare their Mak-er's praise.

This is my Fa-ther's world:
   He shines in all that's fair;
In the rust-ling grass I hear Him pass,
   He speaks to me ev-ery-where.

This is my Fa-ther's world,
   O let me ne'er for-get
That though the wrong seems oft so strong,
   God is the Ru-ler yet.

This is my Fa-ther's world:
   The bat-tle is not done;
Je-sus who died shall be sat-is-fied,
   And earth and heaven be one.