How Beautiful The Sight

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 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

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!