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This is my Father's world
And to my listening ears
All nature sings, and roundly rings
The music of the spheres
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
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
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
Why should my heart be sad?
The Lord is King, let the heavens ring
God reigns, let the earth be glad
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
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass
He speaks to me everywhere
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