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I hear a low faint voice that says mama and papa's dead
And it comes from the poor orphan child that must be clothed and fed
And it calls from the poor orphan child that must be clothed and fed
And it calls from the poor orphan child that must be clothed and fed

Savior lead them by the hand (Gently lead them by the hand)
Savior lead them by the hand (Gently lead them by the hand)
Savior lead them by the hand
Till they all reach that glittering strand

Think of the many children now, poor little boys and girls
Who once had mothers loving hands to smooth their golden curls
Who once had mothers loving hands to smooth their golden curls
Who once had mothers loving hands to smooth their golden curls

But now we see those wandering curls hanging 'round their brow
They say to us my pappa's dead and I've no mother now
They say to us my pappa's dead and I've no mother now
They say to us my pappa's dead and I've no mother now

Oh savior every orphan bless wherever they may roam
Bless every hand that lends them aid and bless the orphan home
Bless every hand that lends them aid and bless the orphan home
Bless every hand that lends them aid and bless the orphan home

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