November 25, 2016 (Friday)
Maltbie Davenport Babcock, native of New York, was born in 1858 and died young in 1901. As a Presbyterian minister, he pastored churches in Lockport, N.Y., Baltimore and New York City. He composed this hymn, which reminds us that the natural world reveals our God. His presence is made known in His creation, and gives us hope. This is a great hymn for Thanksgiving.
This Is My Father’s World 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: why should my heart be sad? The Lord is King; let the heavens ring! God reigns; let the earth be glad! |
LISTEN (The Praise Baby Collection)