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 The birds their carols raise The morning light The lily white Declare their Maker's praise 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 O let me ne'er forget That though the wrong Seems oft so strong But God is the Ruler yet 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 This is my Father's world The battle is not done This is my Father's world I'd rather have Jesus Than silver or gold I'd rather be His Than have riches untold I'd rather have Jesus Than houses or lands I'd rather be led By His nail pierced hand I'd rather have Jesus Than men's applause I'd rather be faithful to His dear cause I'd rather have Jesus Than worldwide fame I'd rather be true To His holy name Than to be the king Of a vast domain Or be held in sin's dread sway I'd rather have Jesus Than anything This world affords today This world affords today