The Orphan’s Friend
Now THAT my journeying's just begun,
My road so little trod,
I'll come before I further run,
And give myself to God.
What sorrows may my steps attend,
I never can foretell,
But if the Lord will be my friend,
I know that all is well.
If all my earthly friends should die
And leave me mourning here,
Since God can hear the orphan's cry,
Oh! What have I to fear?
If I am poor, he can supply
Who has my table spread;
He feeds the ravens when they cry,
And fill His poor with bread,
If I am rich, he'll guard my heart,
Temptation to withstand,
And make me willing to impart
The bounties of his hand.
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