There has been a small gap in these, but here is the latest.
This is a hymn I have never come across in the UK, but I love the delight in nature and appreciation of God’s presence in nature. I also love the reassurance that this my Father’s world.
This world is good. It is good because it was made by a good God. The worth of this physical world is seen in Jesus’ incarnation, death and resurrection in order to redeem it. There is brokeness. There is wrong. But that is not the last word. While now scars run through all creation, one day they will be healed – earth and heaven will be one.
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.
Maltbie D. Babcock