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! The battle is not done; Jesus who died, Shall be satisfied, And earth and heav'n be one. 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! Almighty and everlasting God, you made the universe with all its marvelous order, its atoms, worlds, and galaxies, and the infinite complexity of living creatures: Grant that, as we probe the mysteries of your creation, we may come to know you more truly, and more surely fulfill our role in your eternal purpose; in the name of Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.