#457A Child of the King

My Fa-ther is rich in hous-es and lands, He hold-eth the wealth of the world in his hands! My Fa-ther's own Son, the Sav-ior of men, Once wan-dered on earth as the poor-est of them; I once was an out-cast, a strang-er on earth, A sin-ner by choice, and an al-ien by birth! A tent or a cot-tage, why should I care? They're build-ing a pal-ace for me o-ver there!

Of rich-es and dia-monds, of sil-ver and gold, His cof-fers are full— He has rich-es un-told. His robe is no peas-ant's cot-ton so blue, And will give me a crown; He has rich-es and hon-or, But I've been a-dopt-ed, my name's writ-ten down, An heir to a man-sion, a robe, and a crown; Tho' ex-iled from home, yet still I may sing: "All glo-ry to God, I'm a child of the King!"