How Vast Must Their Advantage Be How Ve
How vast must their Advantage be,
How very great their Pleasure prove?
Who live like Brethren, and consent,
In tender Offices of Love.
True Love is like that precious Oil,
Which, pour’d on Aaron’s sacred Head,
Ran down his Beard, and o’er his Robes,
Its costly fragrant Moisture shed.
‘Tis like refreshing Dew, which does
On Hermon’s lofty Top distill;
Or like the early Drops, that fall
On sacred Sion’s fruitful Hill.
For Sion is the chosen Seat,
The Seat, where the Almighty King
The promis’d Blessing has ordain’d,
And fixed Life’s eternal Spring.