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

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

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I once was an outcast stranger on earth

A sinner by choice, an alien by birth

But I’ve been adopted, my name’s written down

An heir to a mansion, a robe and a crown

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A tent or a cottage, why should I care?

They’re building a palace for me over there

Though exiled from home, yet still may I sing

All glory to God, I’m a child of the King

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