Cecil Frances Alexander

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

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

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

All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful: The Lord God made them all.

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;