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Автор: Fernando Ortega
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This is my Fathers world, and to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres.
This is my Fathers world I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas
His hand the wonders wrought.
This is my Fathers world, the birds their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white, declare their Makers praise.
This is my Fathers world He shines in all thats fair
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass
He speaks to me everywhere.
This is my Fathers world. O let me neer forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet.
This is my Fathers world the battle is not done
Jesus Who died shall be satisfied,
And earth and Heavn be one.
