All other prophets fall almost as much short of Moses as Jesus goes beyond him. Taking his whole life into consideration, we may pronounce him peerless,—an incomparable man in whom the grace of God brought human nature as near to perfection as we can expect it to be this side eternity. He fell asleep after having been faithful unto death. In this manner, in our own humble sphere, may we be enabled to persevere till we lay down our body and our charge, and cease at once to work and live.
Sweet was the journey to the sky
The wondrous prophet tried;
Climb up the mount,” says God, “and die.”
The prophet climb’d and died.
Softly his fainting head he lay
Upon his Maker’s breast;
His Maker kiss’d his soul away,
And laid his flesh to rest.
Show me thy face, and I’ll away
From all inferior things;
Speak, Lord, and here I quit my clay,
And stretch my spirit’s wings.