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Hymn 199: How beautiful the sight
HYMN CXCIX.
How beautiful the sight Of brethren who agree In friendship to unite, And bonds of ! 'Tis like the precious ointment, shed O'er all his robes, from Aaron's head.
'Tis like the dews that fill The cups of Hermon's flowers; Or Zion's fruitful hill, Bright with the drops of showers, When mingling odours breathe around, And glory rests on all the ground.
For there the Lord commands Blessings, a boundless store, From His unsparing hands-- Yea, life for evermore; Thrice happy they who meet above To spend eternity in love.