I hear a low, sad voice that says, "Papa and Mama are dead." And it comes from the poor orphan child Who must be clothed and fed It comes from the poor orphan child Who must be clothed and fed It comes from the poor orphan child Who must be clothed and fed.
Chorus:
Saviour lead them by the hand Gently lead them by the hand Saviour lead them by the hand Till they all reach that glittering strand
But now we see those golden curls Lie careless on the ground As if to say that papa's dead And I've no mother now As if to say that papa's dead And I've no mother now As if to say that papa's dead And I've no mother now
Oh, Saviour, bless the orphan child, Wherever he may roam Bless every hand that lends them aid And bless the orphans' home. Bless every hand that lends them aid And bless the orphans' home. Bless every hand that lends them aid And bless the orphans' home.