Based on Psalm 50:12
If I were hungry, I would not tell thee: for the world is mine, and the fullness thereof.
Words: Maltbie D. Babcock, (1858-1901)
Music: Terra Beata, traditional English melody, arranged by Franklin L. Sheppard in his Alleluia, 1915
“While a pastor in Lockport, New York, Babcock liked to hike in an area called ‘the escarpment,’ an ancient upthrust ledge near Lockport. It has a marvelous view of farms, orchards, and Lake Ontario, about 15 miles distant. It is said those walks in the woods inspired these lyrics. The title recalls an expression Babcock used when starting a walk: ‘I’m going out to see my Father’s world.’ ”(Cyberhymnal)
“…we can still rejoice that the beauty of nature all around is ours to enjoy. Who can deny the pleasure that comes from the sight of a glowing sunset or a majestic mountain, the sound of chirping birds or the roar of the surf, and the smell of new mown hay or roses and lilies.” “In addition to being a tribute to nature, however, the hymn is a triumphant assertion of the unfailing power of God and the assurance of Christ’s eventual reign.” (Amazing Graceby by Kenneth Osbeck, p.137)
This Is My Father’s World
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.
This is my Father’s world, dreaming, I see His face.
I ope 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.
This Is My Father’s World
Dancing Birds from Our Daily Bread
This very song (sung by “Second Chapter of Acts” group) was playing when all 4 litters of Niecie’s Shih Tzu babies were born, so it brings back beautiful memories. I still drag out both of my “Hymns” albums by “Second Chapter of Acts” because it never ceases to inspire me.