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!