the poor orphan child

i hear a low faint voice that says

papa and mama's dead

and it comes from the poor orphan child

that must be clothed and fed

and it comes from the poor orphan child

that must be clothed and fed

and it comes from the poor orphan child

that must be clothed and fed

savior

lead them by the hand

savior

lead them by the hand

savior

lead them by the hand

till they all reach that glittering strand

see all the many children now

poor little boys and girls

who want that mother's loving hand

to smooth their golden curls

who want that mother's loving hand

to smooth their golden curls

who want that mother's loving hand

to smooth their golden curls

savior

lead them by the hand

savior

lead them by the hand

savior

lead them by the hand

till they all reach that glittering strand

but now we see those wandering curls

hang careless 'round their brow

they say to us

my papa's dead

and i've no mother now

they say to us

my papa's dead

and i've no mother now

they say to us

my papa's dead

and i've no mother now

savior

lead them by the hand

savior

lead them by the hand

savior

lead them by the hand

till they all reach that glittering strand

o savior

every orphan bless

wherever they may roam

bless every hand that lends them aid

and bless the orphan's home

bless every hand that lends them aid

and bless the orphan's home

bless every hand that lends them aid

and bless the orphan's home

savior

lead them by the hand

savior

lead them by the hand

savior

lead them by the hand

till they all reach that glittering strand