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, pour'd on Aaron's Head,
Ran down his Beard, and o'er his Robes
Its costly Moisture shed.

3 'Tis like refreshing Dew, which does
on Hermon's Top distill;
Or like the early Drops that fall
on Sion's fruitful Hill.
4 For God to all, whose friendly Hearts
with mutual Love abound,
Has firmly promis'd Length of Days
with constant Blessings crown'd.