Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/The Orphan
The Orphan.
Where shall the child of sorrow find A place for calm repose?Thou Father of the fatherless, Pity the orphan's woes!
What friend have I in heaven or earth, What friend to trust but Thee?My father's dead—my mother's dead; My God remember me!
Thy gracious promise now fulfil, And bid my trouble cease;From Thee, the fatherless shall find Pure mercy, grace, and peace.
No secret care have I or pain But He that secret knows;Thou Father of the fatherless, Pity the orphan's woes.