This is my Father’s world, truly it is. This hymn is by far my favorite of all hymns in that it reflects in totality how I view the world. What you may not know in reading this relatively anonymous blog post is that I am a student of science. I believe in reason; I believe in the human capacity to understand. But I also understand beauty, and in the words of John Keats, “beauty is truth, truth beauty,’ – that is all / Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.” And though I believe in reason and science, I revel in truth and this hymn truly shows my love of the beauty I find in the utter vastness of God’s creation and it moves me to tears whenever I hear this simple hymn.
All nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres. The incomprehensible beauty of creation stands before me and I can but only watch. It amazing to know that those stars in the sky are an incomprehensible distance away from me. It is mind blowing how complex that which we take for granted is. It is only but awesome that the wonders of this universe were imagined by an omnipotent God that has allowed us to strive to understand the universe.
Indeed, because God knows everything, we can ne’er forget that God is sovereign over all and that no matter what may befall us we can rest in the peace of God.
I know that likely I cannot instill the same sense of awe I have for God’s creation in you, but I hope to share some small sense of it. No words can ever convey the sense of awe I have for the creative power of God. Our God is stronger than anything else, and his creative power surpasses all and truly I can sing that this is my Father’s world and whatever my lot, it matters not, my heat is still at home.
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. Oh 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, dreaming, I see his face.
I open my eyes, and in glad surprise cry, “The Lord is in this place.”
This is my Father’s world, from the shining courts above,
The Beloved One, his Only Son,
Came—a pledge of deathless love.
This is my Father’s world, should my heart be ever sad?
The lord is King—let the heavens ring. God reigns—let the earth be glad.
This is my Father’s world. Now closer to Heaven bound,
For dear to God is the earth Christ trod.
No place but is holy ground.
This is my Father’s world. I walk a desert lone.
In a bush ablaze to my wondering gaze God makes His glory known.
This is my Father’s world, a wanderer I may roam
Whate’er my lot, it matters not,
My heart is still at home.
by Maltbie D. Babcock Music: Terra Beata, traditional English melody, arranged by Franklin L. Sheppard