1.

How blest the sight, the joy how sweet,
When Brothers join'd with Brothers meet
In bands of mutual Love!
Less sweet the liquid fragrance, shed:
On Aaron 's consecrated head,
Ran trickling from above,

2.

And reach'd his beard, and reach'd his vest:
Less sweet the Dews on Hermon 's breast
Or Sion 's Hill descend:
That Hill has God with Blessings crown'd,
There promis'd Grace that knows no bound,
And Life that knows no end.