(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)
My Father is rich in houses and lands,
He holdeth the wealth of the wold in His hands!
Of rubies and diamonds, of silver and gold,
His coffers are full — He has riches untold.
I’mm a child of the King,
A child of the King!
With Jesus, my Savior,
I’m a child of the King!
My Father’s own Son, the Savior of men,
Once wandered o’er earth as the poorest of them;
But now He is reigning forever 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’ 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!
Tho exiled from home, yet still I may sing:
All glory to God, I’m a child of the King!