POOR ORPHAN CHILD

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.