A CHILD OF THE KING
Harriett E. Buell, 1834–1910
We are God’s children. Now if we are children, then we are heirs—heirs of God and co-heirs with Christ, if indeed we share in His sufferings in order that we may also share in His glory. (Romans 8:16, 17)
As children of the heavenly kingdom, we should learn to enjoy and possess the rich spiritual blessings that belong to us as heirs of God’s riches.
• We have been justified and made acceptable to God—Romans 5:1
• We have been adopted into God’s royal family—Romans 8:16, 17
• We have been given a citizenship in heaven—Philippians 3:20
• We possess the indwelling Holy Spirit—1 Corinthians 6:19
• We have been placed into the kingdom of the Son of God’s love—Colossians 1:13
• We have the promise that the best is yet to come—a heavenly home—1 Corinthians 2:9
Whether you are great or small in God’s kingdom, you are still God’s child. An infant is as truly a child of its parents as is a full-grown person. You are as dear to your heavenly Father as the most prominent member in His family.
Harriett Buell wrote the words for “A Child of the King” one Sunday morning while walking home from her Methodist church service. She sent her text to the Northern Christian Advocate, and it was printed in the February 1, 1877 issue of the magazine. John Sumner, a singing school music teacher, saw the words and composed the music without Harriett Buell’s knowledge. The hymn has been widely used since then to remind believers who they really are—bearers of God’s image (Genesis 1:26) and children of the King of kings.
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 of men, once wandered o’er earth as the poorest of them; but now He is reigning forever on high, and will give me a home in heav’n by and by.
I once was an outcast 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.
A tent or a cottage, why should I care? They’re building a palace for me over there! Tho exiled from home, yet still I may sing: All glory to God, I’m a child of the King.
Chorus: I’m a child of the King! With Jesus, my Savior, I’m a child of the King!
For Today: Romans 8:14–17; Galatians 4:1–7; Ephesians 1:5; James 2:5
As an heir of God and a citizen of heaven, strive to make your walk and actions consistent with this high calling. Sing as you go—