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.