Where shall the child of sorrow find

A place for calm repose?

Thou! Father of the fatherless,

Pity the orphan’s woes!

2 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.”

3 Thy gracious promise now fulfill,

And bid my troubles cease;

In thee the fatherless shall find

Pure mercy, grace, and peace.

4 I’ve not a secret care or pain

But he that secret knows;

Thou, Father of the fatherless,

Pity the orphan’s woes.