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. |