Tuesday, July 10, 2007

This is my Father's world. And to my listening ears

All nature sings, and round me rings, the music of the sphers.

This is my Father's world : I rest me in the thought

Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas- His hand the wonderous 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 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 heaven be one.

have you comforted yourself with such thoughts lately ?

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