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Maltbie Davenport Babcock was a pastor in the Presbyterian churches. He would regularly go out in the early mornings to a nearby hill to meditate and surround himself with what he called, His Father’s world. Babcock wrote one day,

“This world is the best for one who is called according to God’s purpose . . . How long we are to suffer or to serve is for God to say. Let us not look too much out of the schoolroom windows, or too impatiently at the clock. Until God’s time comes for us, this world is best for us, and we make the most of it and do our best for it.”

His love for what God created drew him to write the hymn, “This is My Father’s World.”

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This is my Father’s world, and to my listening ears,
All mature 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 never 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 heaven be one.
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