By Nebo’s lonely mountain, On this side Jordan’s wave, In a vale in the land of Moab, There lies a lonely grave. - Cecil Frances Alexander

He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.

O, lonely tomb in Moab's land,
O, dark Bethpeor'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 secret sleep, Of him He loved so well.

This was the truest warrior
That ever buckled sword;
This the most gifted poet
That ever breathed a word;
And never earth’s philosopher
Traced with his golden pen
On the deathless page truths half so sage
As he wrote down for men.