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| This Is My Father's World |
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| This is my Fathers 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. |
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