D A7 D G D A This is my Father’s world, And to my listening ears, A7 D A A7 D A A7 D All nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres. A7 D G A7 D G D This is my Fa-ther’s world; I rest me in the thought A7 D A A7 D A A7 D Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas; His hand the won-ders wrought.