Baby’s sitting, as you see,
Safely on his mother’s knee;
Now, the daily bath is o’er,
And she’s dressing him once more.
Safe, secure from every harm,
Clasped by mother’s tender arm;
Where could baby safer be,
For she loves him tenderly?
God, who over hill and plain,
Sends the sunshine and the rain,
Watches o’er us from above,
With a more than mother’s love