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 Bond,
And Life that knows no End.