O Thou, the Helpless Orphan’s Hope

O Thou

the help­less or­phan’s hope

To whom alone my eyes look up

In each dis­tress­ing day!

Father (for that’s the sweet­est name

That e’er these lips were taught to frame)

Instruct this heart to pray.

Low in the dust my par­ents lie

And no at­tent­ive ear is nigh

But Thine

to mark my woe;

No hand to wipe away my tears

No gen­tle voice to hush my fears

Remains to me be­low.

To Heav’n my earth­ly friends are gone

And thi­ther are my com­forts flown

But I con­tin­ue here;

Be Thou my pat­tern

Thou my guide;

This friend­less heart from sor­row hide

Reposing on Thy care.