The Poor Orphan Child

I hear a low faint voice that said

Papa and Mamma'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

    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 (Gently 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 mother's loving hands 

To smooth their golden curls

But now we've seen those wandering curls 

Hang careless round their brows

They say to us my papa's dead 

And I've no mother now

Oh, Savior every orphan bless

Wherever they may roam

Bless every hand that leaves them aid 

And bless the orphan's home

Recorded 8/1/27 Bristol, Tn