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<h2>THIS IS MY FATHER’S WORLD</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“The world is Mine, and all that is in it.” Psalm 50:12</h3></p>
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<td align="center" width="210"><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_b_a_babcock_md_2.jpg" alt="Maltbie Davenport Babcock (1858-1901)" width="133.333333333333" height="188"><br>
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<span class="cou">Courtesy of Lockport Presbyterian Church</span></td>
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<p><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_b_a_babcock_md.html" target="_blank">Maltbie Davenport Babcock</a>, 1901, alt. 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
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going out to see my Father’s world.”</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Terra Beata,” traditional English melody, arranged by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_s_h_sheppard_fl.html" target="_blank">Franklin Lawrence Sheppard</a> in <em>Alleluia</em>, 1915 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_t_e_terrabea.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>This is my Father’s world, and to my listening ears<br>
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All nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres.<br>
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This is my Father’s world: I rest me in the thought<br>
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Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;<br>
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His hand the wonders wrought.</p>
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<p>This is my Father’s world, the birds their carols raise,<br>
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The morning light, the lily white, declare their Maker’s praise.<br>
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This is my Father’s world: He shines in all that’s fair;<br>
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In the rustling grass I hear Him pass;<br>
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He speaks to me everywhere.</p>
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<p>This is my Father’s world. O let me ne’er forget<br>
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That though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet.<br>
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This is my Father’s world: why should my heart be sad?<br>
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The Lord is King; let the heavens ring!<br>
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God reigns; let the earth be glad!</p>
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<p>This is my Father’s world, dreaming, I see His face.<br>
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I ope my eyes, and in glad surprise cry, “The Lord is in this place.”<br>
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This is my Father’s world, from the shining courts above,<br>
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The Beloved One, His Only Son,<br>
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Came—a pledge of deathless love.</p>
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<p>This is my Father’s world, should my heart be ever sad?<br>
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The lord is King—let the heavens ring. God reigns—let the earth be glad.<br>
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This is my Father’s world. Now closer to Heaven bound,<br>
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For dear to God is the earth Christ trod.<br>
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No place but is holy ground.</p>
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<p>This is my Father’s world. I walk a desert lone.<br>
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In a bush ablaze to my wondering gaze God makes His glory known.<br>
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This is my Father’s world, a wanderer I may roam<br>
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Whate’er my lot, it matters not,<br>
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My heart is still at home.</p>
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