How Vast Must Their Advantage Be How Gr

How vast must their advantage be,
How great their pleasure prove,
Who live like brethren, and consent
In offices of love!

True love is like the precious oil,
Which, poured on Aaron’s head,
Ran down his beard, and o’er his robes
Its costly fragrance shed.

‘T is like refreshing dew, which does
On Hermon’s top distil;
Or like the early drops that fall
On Sion’s favour’d hill.

For Sion is the chosen seat
Where the Almighty King
The promised blessing has ordain’d
And life’s eternal spring.