Blest Are the Sons of Peace

Blest are the sons of peace

Whose hearts and hopes are one

Whose kind de­signs to serve and please

Thro’ all their act­ions run.

Blest is the pi­ous house

Where zeal and friend­ship meet

Their songs of praise

their min­gled vows

Make their com­mun­ion sweet.

Thus when on Aar­on’s head

They poured the rich per­fume

The oil through all his rai­ment spread

And plea­sure filled the room.

Thus on the heav’n­ly hills

The saints are blest above

Where joy like morn­ing dew dis­tills

And all the air is love.