Lo! what an entertaining sight
Are brethren that agree!
Brethren, whose cheerful hearts unite
In bands of piety!
When streams of love from Christ the spring
Descend to every soul,
And heav’nly peace, with balmy wing,
Shades and bedews the whole;
‘Tis like the oil, divinely sweet,
On Aaron’s reverend head
The trickling drops perfumed his feet,
And o’er his garments spread.
‘Tis pleasant as the morning dews
That fall on Zion’s hill,
Where God his mildest glory shows,
And makes his grace distil.