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| My Father is rich in houses and lands, |
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| He | holdeth the wealth of the world in His | hands! |
| A | |
| Of rubies and diamonds, of | silver and gold, |
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| His | coffers are full, He has | riches un | told. |
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| I'm a child of the King, |
| A child of the King: |
| With Jesus my Savior, |
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| I'm a | child of the | King. |
| 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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