This Is My Father's World with Holy Ground

This is my father's world, and to my listening ears, all nature sings, and round me The music of the spirit.

This is my Father's world.

I rest me in the thought of rocks and trees, of skies and seas.

His hand the one Wonders wrought.

This is my Father's world. The birds their carols raise. The morning light, the living white, declare their Maker's praise.

This is my Father's world. He shines on all that's fair.

In rustling grass I hear Him pass. He speaks to me everywhere.

We are standing on holy ground. And I know that there are angels all around. Let us praise Jesus now. We are standing in his presence.

Holy ground. This is my Father's world.

Oh, let me not forget that though the wrong seems so strong, God is the ruler This is my Father's world, why should my heart be sad?

The Lord is King, let heavens ring, all the earth be glad.

This is my My Father's world, why should my heart be sad?

The Lord is King, let the heavens ring, all the earth be glad.