Oh, how sublime is the life of the Christian,
Filled with the glory of Jesus divine;
Deep in his bosom he’s joyfully conscious
That he is born of a heavenly line.
I am a child, a child of the King,
I am a child, a child of the King;
I am a prince in the kingdom of love,
I am a child of the King.
Once I was lost and a child of confusion,
Over the mountains of folly I roamed;
But at the cross I have entered the kingdom,
Glory to Jesus! His love is enthroned.
God is my Father, and Jesus my Brother,
Since I’m adopted by heavenly love;
I am an heir in the kingdom of glory,
And have a crown that is waiting above.