Grace Is Everywhere

He apparently loves his tiny little world. From Brunetto Latini, Tresor du Monde. ParisBNF Fr568 @GallicaBnF pic.twitter.com/i3yg48trvf

— Johan Oosterman (@JohanOosterman) June 7, 2015

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”
Words: Malt­bie D. Bab­cock, 1901
Music: Terra Beata, tra­di­tion­al Eng­lish mel­o­dy, ar­ranged by Frank­lin L. Shep­pard