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
why should my heart be sad?
The Lord is King; let the heavens ring!
God reigns; let the earth be glad!
Why should my heart be sad?
Who cares what I "feel" like.
Who cares what happened today.
The Lord is King, He reigns, I will be Glad!!
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