1 How vast must their advantage be,
How great their pleasure prove,
Who live like brethren, and consent
In offices of love!
2 True love is like the precious oil,
Which, poured on Aaron's head,
Ran down his beard, and o'er his robes
Its costly fragrance shed.
3 'T is like refreshing dew, which does
On Hermon's top distil;
Or like the early drops that fall
On Sion's favour'd hill.
4 For Sion is the chosen seat
Where the Almighty King
The promised blessing has ordain'd
And life's eternal spring.
Source: Hymnal: according to the use of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America #185