A Child of the King
My Father is rich in houses and lands,
He holdethe the wealth of the world in His hands!
Of rubies and diamonds, of silver and gold,
His coffers are full, He has riches untold.
My father's 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 on earth,
A sinner by choice, and an alien by birth;
But I've been adopted, my names written down,
An heir to a mansion, a robe, and a crown. - (Hallelujah!)
A tent or a cottage, why should I care?
They're building a palace for me over there;
Tho' exiled from home, yet still I may sing:
All glory to God, I'm a child of the King.
I'm a child of the King, A child of the King:
With Jesus my Savior - I'm a child of the King. (Glory!)
I thought I would share this - It moved me this morning. A song from the hymnal book. (Don't forget the old hymns you all they are still a blessing.)
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