O gracious Lord, whose mercies rise

Above our utmost need,

Incline thine ear unto our cry,

And hear the orphan plead.

2 Bereft of all a mother’s love,

And all a mother’s care,

Lord, whither shall we flee for help?

To whom direct our prayer?

3 To thee we flee, to thee we pray;

Thou shalt our Father be:

More than the fondest parent’s care

We find, O Lord, in thee.

4 Already Thou hast heard our cry,

And wiped away our tears:

Thy mercy has a refuge found

To guard our helpless years.

5 O, let thy love descend on those

Who pity to us show;

Nor let their children ever taste

The orphan’s cup of woe.