THIS IS MY FATHER S WORLD (By Maltbie D. Babcock, 1858-1901) 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, 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. 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 shall be satisfied, And earth and heav n be one. In the Book of Job, God asked his servant a remarkable series of 77 questions about creation questions which Job and his philosophizing friends were unable to answer. At the end of this searching examination, Job could only confess that he did not know. More than fifteen centuries later, modern-day evolutionists (despite all their pretentions) still do not have the answers. But Job knew that the Creator and Designer of the universe knew (Job 38-42:4), and so can we to a considerable extent, based on God s Word. What a thrill that a new generation of truth-tellers is taking us back to these very same truths!
