nature's praise

When Maltbie Davenport Babcock lived in Lockport, he took frequent walks along the Niagara Escarpment to enjoy the overlook's panoramic vista of upstate New York scenery and Lake Ontario, telling his wife he was "going out to see the Father's world". Shortly after his death in 1901 she published a compilation of Babcock's writings entitled Thoughts for Every-Day Living that contained the poem "My Father's World." The original poem contained sixteen stanzas of four lines each. In 1916, a close friend of Babcock's, Franklin Sheppard, chose only three verses of the sixteen when he set the poem to music to a tune entitled "Terra Beata" (latin for "Blessed Earth"). Scripture references in the original poem include Psalm 33:5, "He loves righteousness and justice; the earth is full of his unfailing love." and Psalm 50:12, "For the world is mine, and all that is in it."

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: why should my heart be sad? The Lord is King; let the heavens ring! God reigns; let the earth be glad!

nature speaks

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 thought 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.

~Maltbie Babcock, 1901