1 How beautiful the sight
of brethren who agree
in friendship to unite,
and bonds of charity;
'tis like the precious ointment,
shed o'er all his robes, from Aaron's head.
2 'Tis like the dew that fills
the cups of Hermon's flowers;
or Zion's fruitful hill,
bright with the drops of showers,
when mingling odors breath around,
and glory rests on all the ground.
3 For there the Lord commands
blessings, a boundless store,
from his unsparing hands,
yea, life forevermore:
thrice happy they who meet above
to spend eternity in love!
