Poor Orphan Child Lyrics

I hear a low faint voice of death call full and mamma'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

They call from mended children mouths (?) poor little
boys and girls
Who once had loved their loving hands to smooth their
golden curls Who wanted mothers loving hands to smooth their golden
curls
Who wanted mothers loving hands to smooth their golden
curls

But now we see those wandering curls hang gallop 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 breath wherever they may roam
Bless every hand that leaves them aid and bless the
orphan home
Bless every hand that leaves them aid and bless the
orphan home
Bless every hand that leaves them aid and bless the
orphan home

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