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