Alone by Egypt’s river brink,
The helpless infant lies;
No mother near to tend or cheer,
Or soothe his feeble cries.
Who shall befriend, preserve him there?
He rests beneath God’s tender care.
Among the tall papyrus flags,
His sister, Miriam, stands:
She waits to see who next will be
Brought there by God’s commands: —
Who ruleth all things everywhere,
And keeps the child beneath His care.
He, mightiest foes to friends can turn:
Though Pharoah’s daughter come,
The babe shall find her heart is kind,
Her palace now his home;
The danger o’er; but even there
He needs, he finds God’s tender care.
ML 01/10/1937