{
  "title": "This is my Father's world",
  "author": "",
  "tune": "Terra Beata",
  "number": "109",
  "lyrics": "This is my Father's world,\nAnd to my list'ning ears,\nAll nature sings, and round me rings\nThe music of the spheres.\nThis is my Father's world:\nI rest me in the thought\nOf rocks and trees, of skies and seas;\nHis hand the wonders wrought.\n\nThis is my Father's world,\nThe birds their carols raise,\nThe morning light, the lily white,\nDeclare their Maker's praise.\nThis is my Father's world:\nHe shines in all that's fair;\nIn the rustling grass I hear him pass,\nHe speaks to me everywhere.\n\nThis is my Father's world,\nO let me ne'er forget\nThat though the wrong seems oft so strong,\nGod is the ruler yet.\nThis is my Father's world:\nThe battle is not done;\nJesus who died shall be satisfied,\nAnd earth and heav'n be one.",
  "first_line": "This is my Father's world,"
}