PSALM CXXXIII. 2d Meetre

Behold! how good it proves! How charming is the Sight! When Brethren, dwell in Love In firmest Bonds, unite; When all agree To act their Part, As with one Heart, In Charity. It's like the precious Oyl, That casts a fragrant Smell, Which pour'd on A'ron's Head, A down his Locks it fell; From thence it shed It's trickling Globes, On's priestly Robes, And Odours spread. So the refreshing Dews, From Hermon's Top, that flow, Or rowl down Sion's Mount, Revive the Plains below: Iehovah there His Bliss ordains, With Life that reigns For ever fair.