There is a family on earth,

There is a family on earth,
Whose Father fills a throne!
But though a seed of heavenly birth,
To men they're little known.

Whene'er they meet the public eye,
They feel the public scorn;
For men their fairest claims deny,
And count them basely born.

But 'tis the King who reigns above,
That claims them for his own;
The favoured objects of his love,
And destined to a throne.

But when the King himself was here,
His claims were set at nought;
Would they another lot prefer?
Rejected be the thought!

No; they will tread, while here below,
The path their Master trod;
Content all honour to forego,
But that which comes from God.