A Child of the King

Verse 1

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.

Verse 2

My Father's own Son, the Savior of men, Once wandered on earth as the poorest of them; But now He is pleading for sinners on high, And will give me a home when He comes by and by.

Verse 3

I once was an outcast, a stranger on earth, A sinner by choice, and an alien by birth! But I've been adopted, my name's written down, An heir to a mansion, a robe, and a crown.

Verse 4

A tent or a cottage, O why should I care? They're building a palace for me over there! Though exiled from home, yet still I may sing: "All glory to God, I'm a child of the King."