“He died on mount Nebo, in the sight of that land for which he had done and suffered all to which human strength was equal. His eye was permitted to behold it, but not his foot to tread its soil. Firm as he was in acting and in suffering, he had once allowed himself to be overcome, and therefore he was not permitted to attain the end of his journey, or go to his rest in Canaan. Perhaps it was also the will of God, that the hands which had been stretched out over the Red Sea, which had received the tables of the law from Jehovah, and had built his tabernacle, should not be stained by the blood of the Canaanites. Even in the battle with Amalek, these hands were only lifted up in the attitude of prayer.[31] Footnote 31: Exod. xvii. 11. “Listen to the last glowing words of this extraordinary man! Give ear, O ye heavens, and I will speak, And hear, O earth, the words of my mouth! My doctrine shall drop as the rain, My speech shall distil as the dew. As rain upon the tender herb, And as the showers upon the grass. For I will proclaim aloud the name of Jehovah, Ascribe ye greatness unto our God! He is a rock, his work is infinite, All his ways are just. God is truth, without deceit, Just and right is he— Remember the days of old, Consider the years of many generations, Ask thy father and he will show thee, Thine elders, and they will tell thee, When the Most High divided the lands to the nations, When he separated the children of men, He set bounds to the people, That the numbers of Israel might have room to dwell. For the Lord’s portion is his people, Jacob is the extent of his inheritance. He found him in a desert land, And in the waste howling wilderness. He led him about, he instructed him, He kept him as the apple of his eye. As an eagle covers her nest around, And hovers over her young, Spreadeth abroad her wings, taketh them up, And beareth them aloft upon her pinions, So the Lord, he alone, did lead them, And there was no strange god with him— See now that it is I, And there is no god with me. I kill and I make alive, I wound and I heal; There is none that can deliver out of my hand. For I lift my head to heaven, And say, I live for ever. If I whet my glittering sword, And my hand lay hold on judgment, I will render vengeance to mine enemies, And reward them that hate me. I will make my arrows drunk with blood, And my sword shall satiate itself on carcasses, On the blood of the slain and the captive, On the bared head of mine enemies?—Deut. xxxii.