Lo! what an entertaining sight
Are brethren who agree;
Whose cheerful hearts and hands unite
To set their brethren free.

Where streams of love from Christ, the spring,
Descend to ev'ry soul,
And heav'nly peace with balmy wing,
Shades and bedews the whole:

'Tis like the oil divinely sweet,
On Aaron's rev'rend 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.