| G | D7 | G | |
| This i | s my F | ather's w | orld, |
| C | G | D | |
| And | to my listen | ing e | ars |
| G | Em | C | D | G | |
| All n | ature si | ngs and r | ound m | e r | ings |
| G | D7 | G | |
| The m | usic | of the sph | eres. |
| G | C | D | G | |
| This | is my F | ath | er's w | orld; |
| C | G | |
| I r | est me in the th | ought |
| D7 | G | Em | C | D | G | |
| Of r | ocks and tr | ees, of sk | ies a | nd s | eas |
| G | D7 | G | |
| His h | and the w | onders wro | ught. |
| 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 heaven be one. |
| This is my Father's world, |
| Dreaming, I see His face. |
| I open my eyes, and in glad surprise cry, |
| The Lord is in this place. |
| This is my Father's world, |
| From the shining courts above, |
| The Beloved One, His Only Son, |
| Came a pledge of deathless love. |
| This is my Father's world, |
| Should my heart be ever sad? |
| The lord is King let the heavens ring. |
| God reigns let the earth be glad. |
| This is my Father's world. |
| Now closer to Heaven bound, |
| For dear to God is the earth Christ trod. |
| No place but is holy ground. |
| This is my Father's world. |
| I walk a desert lone. |
| In a bush ablaze to my wondering gaze |
| God makes His glory known. |
| This is my Father's world, |
| A wanderer I may roam |
| Whate'er my lot, it matters not, |
| My heart is still at home. |
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| Altermative arrangement |
| B | F#7 | B | E | B | F#7 | |
| This | is my | Father's | world, and | to my | listening | ears |
| B | Eb7 | Abm | F#7 | B | F#7 | B | |
| All | nature sings, and | round me | rings | the mu | sic | of the | spheres. |
| E | B | E | B | |
| This is my | Father's | world: I | rest me in the | thought |
| Eb7 | Abm | |
| Of rocks and trees, of | skies and | seas; |
| F#7 | B | F#7 | B | |
| His | hand the won | ders w | rought. |