This is my Father's world, and to my listening ears
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All nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres.
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This is my Father's world, the birds their carols raise,
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The morning light, the lily white, declare their Maker's praise.
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This is my Father's world: I rest me in the thought
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Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
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His hand the wonders wrought.
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This Is My Father's World...as sung by Amy Grant
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This is my Father's world. O let me ne'er forget
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That though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet.
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This is my Father's world: why should my heart be sad?
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The Lord is King; let the heavens ring!
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God reigns; let the earth be glad!
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This is my Father's world: He shines in all that's fair;
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In the rustling grass I hear Him pass;
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He speaks to me everywhere.
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In the rustling grass I hear Him pass;
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He speaks to me everywhere.
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This Is My Father's World
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| Amy Grant |
