I love books. I have a little book by Bob Benson, the title is, Come Share The Being and all through it he says over and over, "GOD IS SO GOOD, GOD IS SO GOOD, GOD IS SO TO ME!"

I found that book in a junk store and I love it. GOD IS SO GOOD TO ME! He is always dropping little gems like that book in my lap.

Just the other day He dropped another one. Its title is, The One Year Book of Hymns. It has some of the very old hymns in it, 365 of them, meant to be read as daily devotionals and I love the old hymns. It also tells a little bit about the author.

The one you will see below is one I have never heard but I think it is so beautiful I just had to share it. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

 

THIS IS MY FATHERS WORLD

This is my Fathers world,

And to my listening ears

All nature sings and round me rings

The music of the spheres.

This is my Fathers world;

I rest me in the thought

Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas,

His hand the wonders wrought.

This is my Fathers world,

The birds their carols raise,

The morning light, the lily white,

Declare their Makers praise.

This is my Fathers world;

He shines in all that’s fair;

In the rustling grass I hear Him pass,

He speaks to me everywhere.

This is my Fathers world,

O let me ne’er forget

That though the wrong seems oft so strong,

God is the ruler yet.

This is my Fathers world:

The battle is not done;

Jesus who died shall be satisfied,

And earth and heaven be one.

Maltbie Davenport Babcock (1858- 1901)

Mr. Babcock was a very gifted man. He was the pastor of the First Presbyterian Church in Lockport, New York. He played the organ, piano and violin. He was a champion swimmer and kept himself in shape by running two miles every morning to a hill where he could look over  at Lake Ontario, then run the two miles back. Each morning before his run he told his church staff, "I am going out to see My Fathers world." He saw the beauty of his Fathers world in all of nature as you can see by reading the hymn. I love all this hymn but the last eight lines give me great comfort when I think of and dwell on mans inhumanities. 

 

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