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: 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.
