I hear a low faint voice that says

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

Savior, lead them by the hand

Savior, lead them by the hand

Savior, lead them by the hand

Til they've all reach that glittering strand

Think of the many children now

Poor little boys and girls

Who once had mother's loving arms

To smooth their golden curls

Who once had mother's loving hand

To smooth their golden curls

Who once had mother's loving hand

To smooth their golden curls

Savior, lead them by the hand

Savior, lead them by the hand

Savior, lead them by the hand

Til they've all reach that glittering strand

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

Savior, lead them by the hand

Savior, lead them by the hand

Savior, lead them by the hand

Til they've all reach that glittering strand

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

Savior, lead them by the hand

Savior, lead them by the hand

Savior, lead them by the hand

Til they've all reach that glittering strand