I. Seeing Moses Dying Young
I see you, Moses, dying young,
A notion which is not far flung,
Because God called you by His grace
That you might seek His awesome face
So, youth renewed, you’d choose to chase
God’s glory and His will embrace.
For, His might vested you with strength
Because you went to such great length
To seek Him and to know His will.
Therefore He helped you climb the hill
No other human dared to touch
For near that mount they trembled much.
But you found grace in Jesus’ sight.
To draw near you He did delight.
A hundred twenty was not old,
For when you died, I’ve heard it told,
Your eyes saw clearly. They weren’t dim
Because He kept them set on Him.
So, yes, I see you dying young,
Though some might say, “That’s so far flung!”
Methuselah lived much longer though
Upon the earth. How do I know?
I read it in the oldest book
You helped to write. They say it took
So many centuries to complete,
With stories, often bittersweet,
Of sheep drawn from the deepest pit
That in God’s presence they might sit.
II. Dying Young, Bringing Life
Yet from above, by God’s own grace,
You met with Jesus in a place
With somebody who never died
But in a mighty whirlwind ride
(By fiery horses he was flown)
Rose up toward God’s heavenly throne.
Then on the mount he did descend,
To join with you (‘twas not pretend)
And speak with Jesus of the day
When, dying young, He’d make a way
To save mankind from all their sin,
That all who trust in Him might win
And know the resurrection life
Which frees their souls from death and strife
That they might live forever young.
His praises truly you have sung
So, we His people now may bring
An offering fitting for our king!