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I hear a low faint voice that says |
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Papa and mama's dead |
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And it comes from the poor orphan child |
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That must be clothed and fed |
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And it comes from the poor orphan child |
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That must be clothed and fed |
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And it comes from the poor orphan child |
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That must be clothed and fed |
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Savior, lead them by the hand |
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Savior, lead them by the hand |
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Savior, lead them by the hand |
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Til they've all reach that glittering strand |
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Think of the many children now |
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Poor little boys and girls |
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Who once had mother's loving arms |
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To smooth their golden curls |
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Who once had mother's loving hand |
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To smooth their golden curls |
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Who once had mother's loving hand |
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To smooth their golden curls |
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Savior, lead them by the hand |
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Savior, lead them by the hand |
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Savior, lead them by the hand |
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Til they've all reach that glittering strand |
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But now we see those wandering curls |
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Hang careless round their brow |
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They say to us, my papa's dead |
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And I've no mother now |
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They say to us, my papa's dead |
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And I've no mother now |
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They say to us, my papa's dead |
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And I've no mother now |
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Savior, lead them by the hand |
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Savior, lead them by the hand |
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Savior, lead them by the hand |
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Til they've all reach that glittering strand |
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O Savior, every orphan bless |
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Wherever they may roam |
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Bless every hand that lends them aid |
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And bless the orphan's home |
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Bless every hand that lends them aid |
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And bless the orphan's home |
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Bless every hand that lends them aid |
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And bless the orphan's home |
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Savior, lead them by the hand |
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Savior, lead them by the hand |
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Savior, lead them by the hand |
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Til they've all reach that glittering strand |
