1. Chilled by the blasts of adverse fate, Op-
2. Without us, want his vigils kept, With-
pressed by sorrow's gloom, The soothing voice of
in us, silent woe; Our infant minds in
parent love All hushed within the tomb.
fearful thought Made every shade a foe.

3. God's pitying eye our trouble saw,
And instantly, relief
Broke through the wintry clouds of woe
And scattered every grief.

4. Beneath his heavenly wings we find
A calm and safe retreat.
O then let every orphan breast
With grateful transport beat.