119. How beautiful the sight, Of brethren
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 dews that fill, The cups of Hermon’s flowers;
Or Zion’s fruitful hill, Bright with the drops of showers,
When mingling odors breathe 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!