I walk a desert lone . . . God makes His glory known.

This is my Father’s world,
dreaming, I see His face.

I ope my eyes, and in glad surprise cry,
“The Lord is in this place.
”
This is my Father’s world,
from the shining courts above,

The Beloved One, His Only Son,

Came—a pledge of deathless love.

This is my Father’s world,
should my heart be ever sad?

The lord is King—let the heavens ring.
God reigns—let the earth be glad.

This is my Father’s world.
Now closer to Heaven bound,
For dear to God is the earth Christ trod.

No place but is holy ground.

This is my Father’s world.
I walk a desert lone.

In a bush ablaze to my wondering gaze
God makes His glory known.

This is my Father’s world,
a wanderer I may roam

Whate’er my lot, it matters not,

My heart is still at home.

Photo: A dry riverbed on the floor of Bryce Canyone National Park, 1993.

Words from the hymn "This Is My Father's World" by Maltbie B. Babcock
Cyberhymnal