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Out in the cold mid the dreary night, / Under the eaves of homes so bright; / Snowflakes falling o'er mother's grave / Will no one rescue, no one save?
A child left out in the dark and cold, / A lamb not sheltered in any fold, / Hearing the wolves of hunger bark, / Out in the cold! and out in the dark.
Missing to-night the charming bliss, / That lies in the mother's good-night kiss; / And hearing no loving father's prayer, / For blessings his children all may share.
Creeping away to some wretched den, / To sleep mid the curses of drunken men / And women, not as God has made, / Wrecked and ruined, wronged and betrayed.
Church of the Lord reach out thy arm, / And shield the hapless one from harm; / Where the waves of sin are dashing wild / Rescue and save the drifting child.
Wash from her life guilt's turbid foam, / In the fair haven of a home; / Tenderly lead the motherless girl / Up to the gates of purest pearl.
The wandering feet which else had strayed, / From thorny paths may yet be stayed; / And a crimson track through the cold dark night / May exchange to a line of loving light.