Psalm 133 (Version 2)

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 seat and friendship meet,

Their songs of praise, their mingled vows

Make their communion sweet.

Thus when on Aaron's head

They pour'd the rich perfume,

The oil thro' all his raiment spread,

And pleasure fill'd the room.

Thus on the heavenly hills

The saints are blest above,

Where joy like morning dew distils,

And all the air is love.