Going on a road trip from Timaru to Queenstown in South Island, New Zealand we can’t help but sing about the beauty of God’s awesome creation. That was on 29 November 2014.
The hymn “This Is My Father’s World” was playing on the stereo.
I and Jewel were singing along as we marvelled at the beautiful sites along the way.
On our way home, we encountered a flock of sheep being driven along the highway. Driving sheep in New Zealand is now a rare event.
We’re so happy to have the chance to witness it.
Watch towards the end of the video how we stopped fully the car to allow the herd to pass undisturbed.
Notice the dog that’s helping drive the sheep.
Beautiful New Zealand is indeed our Father’s world.
Please watch the video and meditate on the hymn “This Is My Father’s World” that Maltbie D. Babcock (lyrics) and Terra Beata (music) wrote.
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. O let me ne’er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father’s world: the battle is not done:
Jesus Who died shall be satisfied,
And earth and Heav’n be one.
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.