THE CHILD OF A 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.


I'm the child of a King, the child of a King,

With Jesus, my Saviour, I'm the child of a King.


My Father's own Son, the Saviour of men,

Once wandered o'er earth as the poorest of them;

But now he is reigning for ever on high,

And will give me a home in heav'n by and by.


I once was an outcast 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.


A tent or a cottage, 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 the child of a King.