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This is My Father’s World

๐—ฆ๐˜๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—•๐—ฒ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—›๐˜†๐—บ๐—ป
“This is My Father’s World” is a popular Christian hymn penned by one of the leading Presbyterian ministers of his generation, Maltbie Davenport Babcock (1858-1901). He wrote the hymn with such concrete language that even children can understand its message at a basic level. The original form of the text was in sixteen stanzas of four lines, headed โ€œThis is my Fatherโ€™s world,โ€ without music.

While a pastor in Lockport, New York, near Lake Ontario, Babcock is fond of โ€œtaking morning walks to the top of a hill north of town where he had a full view of Lake Ontario and the surrounding country.โ€ It was said that he had a frequent expression before leaving for these walks, โ€œ๐—œโ€™๐—บ ๐—ด๐—ผ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐˜† ๐—™๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟโ€™๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ฑ.โ€

๐†๐จ๐โ€™๐ฌ ๐Œ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฉ๐ข๐ž๐œ๐ž
This world is Godโ€™s creative work, His masterpiece. This world brings us the message of Godโ€™s presence, Godโ€™s personality, Godโ€™s power, and Godโ€™s purpose.

๐–๐ก๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐›๐ž ๐ฌ๐š๐?
On days when everyday becomes an endless routine of constantly feeling like a machine being manipulated by various external factors, we lose control of ourselves. We get swayed away by unwanted motions, pushing us towards the current that leads to a sea of inexplicable thoughts and emotions. Getting hold of ourselves seems like a real struggle when every time we try to grip, things slip. Itโ€™s draining, drowning, and exhausting.
Babcock shifts his focus in the final stanza from describing the visual and aural beauty of nature to the reality that all is not right with the world. The hymn is not just a mere outburst of song about nature, but a seasoned appreciation, beautifully worded, of unfailing trust in the ways and judgments of God.
Why should you worry when โ€œ๐˜๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ด๐—ต ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ด ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ณ๐˜ ๐˜€๐—ผ ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ด, ๐—š๐—ผ๐—ฑ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฟ๐˜‚๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜†๐—ฒ๐˜?โ€ Why should your heart be sad? โ€œ๐—š๐—ผ๐—ฑ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ป๐˜€, ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ต ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐—ด๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ฑ.โ€
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Lyrics of the Song

๐“๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐Œ๐ฒ ๐…๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ’๐ฌ ๐–๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐

1 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.

2 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.

3 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 earth be glad!