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Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?...

Matthew 6:26

 

 

 

Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?...

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But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added onto you. Matthew 6: 33

 

 

Matthew Henry Commentary

...Be not anxious for the future, how you shall live next year, or when you are old, or what you shall leave behind you. As we must not boast of to-morrow, so we must not care for to-morrow, or the events of it. God has given us life, and has given us the body. And what can he not do for us, who did that ? If we take care about our souls and for eternity, which are more that the body and its life, we may leave it to God to provide for us food and raiment, which are less...

 

THIS IS MY FATHERíS WORLD

This is my Fatherís world, and to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres.
This is my Fatherís world: I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
His hand the wonders wrought.

This is my Fatherís world, the birds their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white, declare their Makerís praise.
This is my Fatherís world: He shines in all thatís fair;
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass;
He speaks to me everywhere.

This is my Fatherís world. O let me neíer forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet.
This is my Fatherís world: the battle is not done:
Jesus Who died shall be satisfied,
And earth and Heavín be one.

This is my Fatherís world, dreaming, I see His face.
I ope my eyes, and in glad surprise cry, ďThe Lord is in this place.Ē
This is my Fatherís world, from the shining courts above,
The Beloved One, His Only Son,
Cameóa pledge of deathless love.

This is my Fatherís world, should my heart be ever sad?
The lord is Kingólet the heavens ring. God reignsólet the earth be glad.
This is my Fatherís world. Now closer to Heaven bound,
For dear to God is the earth Christ trod.
No place but is holy ground.

This is my Fatherís world. I walk a desert lone.
In a bush ablaze to my wondering gaze God makes His glory known.
This is my Fatherís world, a wanderer I may roam
Whateíer my lot, it matters not,
My heart is still at home.

Words: Malt≠bie D. Bab≠cock, 1901, alt. While a pas≠tor in Lock≠port, New York, Bab≠cock liked to hike in an ar≠ea called ďthe es≠carp≠ment,Ē an an≠cient up≠thrust ledge near Lock≠port. It has a mar≠vel≠ous view of farms, or≠chards, and Lake On≠tar≠io, about 15 miles dis≠tant. It is said those walks in the woods in≠spired these lyr≠ics. The ti≠tle re≠calls an ex≠press≠ion Bab≠cock used when start≠ing a walk: ďIím go≠ing out to see my Fa≠therís world.Ē

Music: Terra Beata, tra≠di≠tion≠al Eng≠lish mel≠o≠dy, ar≠ranged by Frank≠lin L. Shep≠pard in his Al≠le≠lu≠ia, 1915 (MI≠DI, score).