Anna Resurget

This morning at church we sang a hymn that made me think of Anna and what she would be singing.  I have changed the pronouns from “I” and “me” to “she” and “her”.  The hymn reflects the thought that you would find, for example, in Psalm 19:

The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork.

The hymn is “This is My Father’s World”:

This is my Father’s world,

And to her listening ears,

All nature sings, and round her rings

The music of the spheres.

 

This is her Father’s world;

She rests her in the thought

Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;

His hand the wonders wrought.

 

This is her Father’s world,

The birds their carols raise;

The morning light, the lily white

Declare their maker’s praise.

 

This is her Father’s world,

He shines in all that’s fair;

In the rustling grass she hears Him pass,

He speaks to her everywhere.

 

This is her Father’s world;

O let her ne’er forget

That though the wrong seems oft so strong,

God is the Ruler yet.

 

This is her Father’s world,

The battle is not done;

Jesus who died shall be satisfied,

And earth and heaven be one.