come on little children

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 fedSavior, lead them by the hand
Savior, lead them by the hand
Savior, lead them by the hand
Til they've all reach that glittering strandThink 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 curlsSavior, lead them by the hand
Savior, lead them by the hand
Savior, lead them by the hand
Til they've all reach that glittering strandBut 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 nowSavior, lead them by the hand
Savior, lead them by the hand
Savior, lead them by the hand
Til they've all reach that glittering strandO 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 homeSavior, 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