Verse 1
My FatCher is rich in houses and lands,
He holGdeth the wealth of the world in His hanCds!
Of rubCies and diamonds, of silFver and gold
His cofCfers are full, He has riCches GuntolCd
Chorus
I'm a chiCld of the King,
a chiCld of the King;
with JesCus my Savior,
I'Fm a chGild of the KiCng
My FathCer's own Son, the Savior from sin,
once wandeGred o'er earth as the poorest of meCn
But noCw He is reigning for evFer on high,
and wiCll give me a home in heGav'n by and bCy
I onCce was an outcast, stranger on earth,
a sinGner by choice, a stranger by birCth!
But I'Cve been adopted, my naFme's written down,
an heCir to a mansion, a roGbe and a croCwn
A teCnt or a cottage, why should I care?
They're buildGing a palace for me over theCre!
Though exiCled from home, yet stiFll I may sing:
all gloCry to God, I'm a chiGld of the KiCng