This is My Father’s World was written by a pastor by the name of Maltbie D. Babcock. Mr. Babcock was a very talented and independent man with a great heart for the Lord and for other people. He served as a pastor in New York and Maryland and spoke at many of the colleges there. He died at age 43 while visiting the Holy Land.
While he was a pastor, Mr. Babcock loved to hike in the hills and ledges of Lockport, New York. It was out of these rambling hikes that the words of this hymn arose. The woods, valleys and hills gave him inspiration. Many times he would tell his family as he left for a walk in the woods, “I’m going out to see my Father’s world.”
This beautiful hymn serves as a great reminder of the God who made the entire world for the enjoyment and usage of His children. This song is rather long with six stanzas, but try learning it while you are taking a hike, bike ride or just a walk in the woods. The words will come much faster as you look at God’s magnificent creation!
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, declares 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: the battle is not done:
Jesus Who died will be satisfied,
And earth and Heav’n be one.
This is my Father’s world, dreaming, I see His face.
I ope my eyes, and in glad surprise cry, “The Lord is in this place.”
This is my Father’s world, from the shining courts above,
The Beloved One, His Only Son,
Came- a pledge of deathless love.
This is my Father’s world, should my heart be ever sad?
The lord is King- let the heavens ring. God reigns- let the earth be glad.
This is my Father’s world. Now closer to Heaven bound,
For dear to God is the earth Christ trod.
No place but is holy ground.
This is my Father’s world. I walk a desert lone.
In a bush ablaze to my wondering gaze God makes His glory known.
This is my Father’s world, a wanderer I may roam
Whate’er my lot, it matters not,
My heart is still at home.