CHILD OF THE KING

Once I was clothed 
in the rags of my sin,
Wretched and poor,
lost and lonely within,
But with wondrous compassion
the King of all kings,
In pity and love took me under
His wings.

CHORUS
Oh yes, oh yes, I’m a child of the King,
His Royal Blood
now flows In my veins,
And I who was wretched
and poor now can sing,
Praise God, praise God,
I’m a child of the King.

Now I’m a child
with a Heavenly home,
My Heavenly Father
hath made me His Own,
And I’m cleansed by His Blood
and I’m clothed in
His love,
And someday I’ll sing with the
angels above.