CH1941, Hymn #614

Verse 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.

Verse 2
My Father’s own Son, the Savior of men,
Once wandered on earth as the poorest of them;
But now He is pleading our sinners on high,
And will give me a home when He comes by and by.

Verse 3
I once was an out-cast, a 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.

Verse 4
A tent or a cottage, O 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."