Arranger: Joseph M. Martin
Publisher: Malcolm Music
Publish Date: 1998
'Tis the gift to be simple,
'tis the gift to be free,
'tis the gift to come down where you ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
It will be in the valley of love and delight.
When true simplicity is gained,
To bow and to bend we shan't be ashamed.
To turn, turn will be our delight,
'Til by turning, turning we come round right
This is my Father's world, And to my listening ears,
All nature sings and around 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, Declare their Maker's praise.
This is my Father's world. He shines in all that's fair;
In rustling grass I hear Him pass, He speaks to me everywhere.