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.