Songs

My Father is rich in houses and lands

		
369
			P.M.

1	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.

		I’m the child of the King,  
		the child of a King:
		With Jesus my Saviour, 
		I’m the child of a King.

2	My Father’s own Son, the Saviour 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 heaven by and by. 

3	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.

4	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 the child of a King!

						H.E.P. Buell