A Child of the King
My Father is rich in houses and lands,
He holdeth the wealth of the world in His hands!
Of rubies and diamonds, of silver and gold,
His coffers are full, He has riches untold.
Iím a child of the King,
A child of the King:
With Jesus my Savior,
Iím a child of the King.
My Fatherís own Son, the Savior of men,
Once wandered on earth as the poorest of them;
But now He is pleading our pardon on high,
That we may be His when He comes by and by.
I once was an outcast stranger on earth,
A sinner by choice, an alien by birth,
But Iíve been adopted, my nameís written down,
An heir to a mansion, a robe and a crown.
A tent or a cottage, why should I care?
Theyíre building a palace for me over there;
Though exiled from home, yet still may I sing:
All glory to God, Iím a child of the King.