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 heavenly peace, with balmy wing,

Shades and bedews the whole;

'Tis like the oil divinely sweet,

On Aaron's reverend head,

The trickling drops perfum'd 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 shews,

And makes his grace distil.