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
Once wandered on earth as the poorest of them;
But now He is pleading for sinners
And will give me a home when He comes by and by.
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.
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