I thought I’d try something a little different for Friday Photos.
This Is My Father’s World
by Maltbie D. Babcock
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 the rustling grass I hear Him pass, He speaks to me ev’rywhere,
This is my Father’s world,
O let me never 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.
Copyright 1901
This Is My Father’s World is one of my favorite hymns. I read a comment somewhere that some people think it’s a “soft hymn” because it speaks of nature. Consider the last verse, though: it speaks of “the battle is not done”, so since there is yet fighting to do, this hymn is not “soft”!
P. Booher
