8.7.
1
On proud Egypt’s reedy water,
Lo, the infant Moses lies,
Cruel Pharaoh, bent on slaughter,
Must not find him, or he dies.
2
There his sobbing mother laid him,
In his little osier bed,
Praying Israel’s God to aid him,
Bless and guard his infant head.
3
While she sighs farewell for ever,
Pharaoh’s daughter passes by;
In the reeds of that dark river
Sees the lovely infant lie.
4
In her royal palace tended,
By his own fond mother reared,
Soon the child, so unbefriended,
Grew a man renowned and feared.
5
But a court could not seduce him,
Nor its pleasures all outpoured;
Gold nor grandeur could induce him
To neglect or leave the Lord.
