6.5.

1
Where the reeds were growing,
And the stream was still,
There she placed her darling,
Whom they sought to kill.

2
In an ark of rushes,
Made with loving care,
Did the mother, weeping,
Lay her son so fair.

3
O! indeed she knew not,
What might then befall;
But she knew that, watching,
God was over all.

4
For the heavenly Father
Sees in sun and shade,
Not one hour forgetting
What His hands have made.

5
Even little sparrows
God remembers still;
Feeds the raven dwelling
On a lonely hill.

6
Lo! the young child Moses
Safe from all alarms:
Once again his mother
Folds him in her arms.