Yet Still I May Sing

I’M A CHILD OF THE KING

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.

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’s 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!

Though exiled from home, yet still I may sing:

All glory to God, I’m a child of the King.

 

Chorus:

I’m a child of the King, a child of the King!

With Jesus my Savior, I’m a child of the King!

                         -Harriett E. Buell (1834-1910)