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.
'Tis like the dews that fill
The cups of Hermon's flowers;
Or Zion's fruitful hill,
Bright with the drops of showers,
When mingling odours breathe around,
And glory rests on all the ground.
For there the Lord commands
Blessings, a boundless store,
From His unsparing hands--
Yea, life for evermore;
Thrice happy they who meet above
To spend eternity in love.
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