| Once I was clothed in the rags of my sin,
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| Wretched and poor, lost and lonely within.
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| But with wondrous compassion, the King of all kings,
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| In pity and love, took me under His wings.
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| Oh, yes, oh yes, I’m a child of the King
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| His royal blood now flows in my veins.
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| And I who was wretched and poor now can sing
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| Praise God, praise God, I’m a child of the King.
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| Now I’m a child with a Heavenly home,
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| My Holy Father has made me His own.
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| And I’m cleansed by His blood, and I’m clothed in His love,
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| And some day I’ll sing with the angels above.
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| Oh, yes, oh yes, I’m a child of the King
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| His royal blood now flows in my veins.
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| And I who was wretched and poor now can sing
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| Praise God, praise God, I’m a child of the King.
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| Oh, yes, oh yes, I’m a child of the King
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| His royal blood now flows in my veins.
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| And I who was wretched and poor now can sing
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| Praise God, praise God, I’m a child of the King.
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| Praise God, praise God, I’m a child of the King. |