THE BURIAL OF MOSES

(Slightly changed from Alexander’s original)

By Nebo's lonely mountain,

On this side Jordan's wave,

In a vale in the land of Moab

There lies a lonely grave,

And no man knows that sepulcher,

No eye has seen it e'er;

For the Hand of God upturned the sod

And laid the dead man there.

In that strange grave without a name,

Whence his uncoffined clay

Shall break again--O wondrous thought!--

Before the judgment day,

And stand, with glory wrapped around,

On the hills he never trod,

And speak of the strife that won our life

With the incarnate Son of God.

O lonely grave in Moab's land!

O dark Beth-peor's hill!

Speak to these curious hearts of ours,

And teach them to be still.

God hath His mysteries of grace,

Ways that we cannot tell,

He hides them deep, like the hidden sleep

of Moses, whom He loved so well.