Poor Orphan Child 歌词

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