133 (2) | Psalm 133 Version 2 | 6 6. 6 6. 8 8 | |
HOW beautiful the sight! Believers who agree In friendship to unite, With bonds of charity. ’Tis like the precious ointment shed O’er all his robes, from Aaron’s head. |
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2 | ’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 fragrances abound, And glory rests on all the ground. |
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3 | For there the Lord commands Blessings, a boundless store, From His unsparing hands, With life for evermore; Thrice happy they who meet above To spend eternity in love. |
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James Montgomery, 1771-1854 |