This Is My Father's World

This is my Mother's world The birds their carols raise The morning light, the flowers bright Declare their Maker's praise This is my Mother's world She shines in all that's fair In rustling grass I hear her pass She speaks to me everywhere 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