This Is My Father's World
Maltbie Davenport Babcock, Traditional
This is my Mother's world
The birds their carols raise
The morning light, the flowers bright
Declare their Maker's praise
This is my Mother's world
She shines in all that's fair
In rustling grass I hear her pass
She speaks to me everywhere
This is my Father's world
And to my listening 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