Standing is the prophet Moses, the man of God.
Eyes blank, arms weak and tired,
Look at the sacred promised land.
Prepare for the death of Moses.
The Lord now appears beside his servant,
The Lord's desire is high, where the world is silent.
Explain the future to the leaders of the people;
Stick out from the tired tramp's feet
That is the promised home, and he can only pay tribute silently.
Summon up the dying breath and bless Stu.
Then, in the rest, face death.
"You can catch a glimpse of redemption from a distance,
But your feet can't get in! 」
So the old man's eyes have been watching.
Fuzzy distance, such as dawn,
The hand of the Almighty crushes the earth.
Into the sacrificial cup-listen, Moses prayed like this:
"So, Lord, come and keep your promise again.
Don't let your path get away from us again.
Whether it's blessing or anger—
Always keep us on the right path.
You freed us from the shackles of slavery.
Relieve our pain with your gentle arms;
When we walk through the wilderness and rough waves,
You led us through it very well.
Everyone's complaints, complaints and lamentations
Your patient listening never stops. ...
People are not bent on doing good.
Let you lead them to find a way to trust.
They became victims of greed and idolatry.
They don't like free manna.
Before you send pestilence and salamanders.
Your people will never cry easily.
Those who inherit the estate
Fall into extreme pride and destruction.
During the long journey,
When you get angry, they die.
You only ask your people one thing:
Is to trust only your ability to save. ...
Lord, I have nowhere to run,
Even if you go that high, death still comes.
I've heard of you before,
But you chose me as your friend.
Your mouth is such a sacred fountain,
Your eyes are focused on the sorrow of the poor.
Your ears listen to the sighs and sorrows of your people,
You stretch out your hand to interrupt the enemy's strength. ...
Look, what a magnificent garden this is-
God promised you freedom! 」
At the top of Nippo, which few people climb,
Standing is the prophet Moses, the man of God.
Eyes blank, arms weak and tired,
Look at the sacred promised land.
"So, Lord, come and keep your promise,
Don't let your path get away from us again.
It was your grace that saved our pride.
Discard your anger to discipline you.
Faithful Lord, I admit,
Your servant knows that you are always righteous.
Execute your sentence and punishment for me,
Let the servant's soul rest in peace forever.
There is only undefiled confidence at this moment.
You must drink the nectar from the beautiful Canaan.
You gave the suspect a bitter medicine.
Only in this way can his faith bring gratitude and true worship.
Everything you've done for me is amazing,
Bitter bile becomes sweet.
You showed me your promise on the handkerchief,
Let my people go and cheer for their Lord.
I sink in your eternity.
But seeing my people move forward freely.
God who strikes and forgives,
You know I'm glad to see them alive.
I have suffered a lot for them, and I want enough.
Now, the people's salvation has come.
Please hold my hand! The crutch fell off,
Oh, faithful God, please prepare a sleeping place for me.