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.
4 A tent or a cottage, why should I care?
They're building a palace for me over there!
Tho' exiled from home, yet my glad heart can sing:
All glory to God, I'm the child of a King.
Hattie E. Buell. Arr.
353 Thou Thinkest, Lord, of Me. 8s & 6s.
Divine Care.