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

The sands of time are sinking
The dawn of heaven breaks
The summer morn I’ve sighed for
The fair, sweet morn awakes
Dark, dark hath been the midnight
But day-spring is at hand
And glory, glory dwelleth In Immanuel’s land

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

Spoken Vocal:
O Christ, He is the fountain
The deep, sweet well of love!
The streams on earth I’ve tasted
More deep I’ll drink above
There, to an ocean fullness
His mercy doth expand
And glory dwelleth In Immanuel’s land
With mercy and with judgment
My web of time He wove
And aye the dews of sorrow
Were brightened by His love

And glory, glory dwelleth In Immanuel’s land

This is my Father’s world, the battle is not done
Jesus who died shall be satisfied, and earth and heav’n be one

And glory, glory dwelleth In Immanuel’s land
Amen