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 dew that fills
the cups of Hermon’s flow’rs;
or Zion’s fruitful hill,
bright with the drops of show’rs,
when mingling odors 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!