Saturday, August 13, 2016

This is my Father's World

This is an old hymn made current.

Sang it recently at church and it brought tears to my eyes, especially the last verse. As the days grow darker, and things seem to be reeling increasingly out of control, it is so comforting to know "That though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet."  Amen.



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.

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.

This is my Father’s world. O 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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