I hear the voice of woe!
I hear a brother’s sigh!
Then let my heart with pity flow,
With tears of love mine eye.
I hear the thirsty cry!
The hungry beg for bread!
Then let my spring its stream supply,
My hands its bounty shed.
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I hear the voice of woe!
I hear a brother’s sigh!
Then let my heart with pity flow,
With tears of love mine eye.
I hear the thirsty cry!
The hungry beg for bread!
Then let my spring its stream supply,
My hands its bounty shed.
Recordings 1