I hear a low faint voice that says Papa and Ma are dead And it comes from the poor orphan child that must be clothed and fed. 
ref: 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 
Chorus Savior lead them by the hand Savior lead them by the hand Savior 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 see those wandering curls hang careless ’round their brow 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 home, 
file from: www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Visit http://www.traditionalmusic.co.uk for more songs