Kevin Morby - This is my fathers world

^DThis is my Fatherâ?^Bm?™s world,^Em and to my liste^Aning ears All ^Dnature ^F#sings, and round me ^Bmrings the music ^A7of the ^Dspheres.

This is my ^GFatherâ?^D?™s worl^Bmd: I rest me in^A the thought Of ^Drocks and ^F#trees, of skies and ^Bmseas;

His hand the ^Awonders ^Dwrought.

^DThis is my Fatherâ?^Bm?™s world,^Em the birds their ca^Arols raise, The ^Dmorning ^F#light, the lily ^Bmwhite, declare their ^A7Makerâ?^D?™s praise.

This is my ^GFatherâ?^D?™s world^Bm: He shines in all th^Aat’s fair; In the ^Drustling ^F#grass I hear Him ^Bmpass;

He speaks to ^Ame every- ^Dwhere.

^DThis is my Fatherâ?^Bm?™s world. O le^Emt me never ^Afor- get That ^Dthough the ^F#wrong seems oft so ^Bmstrong, God is the ^A7ruler ^Dyet.

This is my ^GFatherâ?^D?™s world:^Bm the battle is^A not done: Je- ^Dsus Who ^F#died shall be satis- ^Bmfied,

And earth and ^AHeaven be ^Done.

^DThis is my Fatherâ?^Bm?™s world, d^Emrea- ming, I see^A His face. I ^Dopen ^F#eyes, and in glad sur- ^Bmprise, “The Lor^A7d is in ^Dthis place.”

This is my ^GFatherâ?^D?™s world, from^Bm the shining court^As a- bove, The Be- ^Dloved ^F#One, His Only ^BmSon,

Came a pledge of ^Adeathless ^Dlove.

^DThis is my Fatherâ?^Bm?™s world, why shoul^Emd my hear^At be sad? The ^DLord is King, let the heavens ^Bmring. God reigns let the ^A7earth be ^Dglad.

This is my ^GFatherâ?^D?™s world.^Bm Now closer to He^Aaven bound, For ^Ddear to ^F#God is the earth Christ ^Bmtrod.

No place but is ^Aholy ^Dground.

^DThis is my Fatherâ?^Bm?™s world. I wa^Emlk a deser^At a- lone. In a ^Dbush a- ^F#blaze to my wondering ^Bmgaze God makes His ^A7glory ^Dknown.

This is my ^GFatherâ?^D?™s worl^Bmd, a wanderer I^A may roam What- ^Dever my ^F#lot, it matters ^Bmnot,

My heart is ^Dstill at ^Ahome.