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Instrumental: F G C
CThis is my GFather's Cworld, and Fto my Clistening Gears all Cnature sAmings, and rFound mGe riCngs the Fmusic oGf the Cspheres. This Cis my FFatGher's Cworld: I rFest me Gin the Cthought of Crocks and Amtrees, of Fskies Gand Cseas; his Fhand the Gwonders Cwrought.
Instrumental: F G C 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. Instrumental: F G C 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!