The Poor Orphan Child

[Verse 1] I hear a low faint voice that says My 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 [Chorus] Savior, lead them by the hand (Savior, lead them by the hand, yes, gently lead them by the hand) Savior, lead them by the hand (Savior, lead them by the hand, yes, gently lead them by the hand) Savior, lead them by the hand (Savior, lead them by the hand, yes, gently lead them by the hand) Till they all reach that glittering strand (Till they all reach that glittering strand) [Verse 2] We see so 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus] [Verse 4] 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 [Chorus]