|133 (1)||Psalm 133 Version 1||6 6. 6 6. 8 8|
| HOW pleasant here to see
Kindred and friends agree,
And each fulfil their part
With sympathising heart,
To one another look, and move
In all the cares of life, and love.
|2|| How like the ointment shed
On Aaron’s priestly head,
That spread its rich perfume,
And pleasure filled the room:
Divinely rich, divinely sweet,
The place where zeal and friendship meet!
|3|| Like fruitful showers of rain
That water all the plain,
Such streams of pleasure roll
Through every friendly soul:
Descending from the neighbouring hills,
Where love like heavenly dew distils.
|Isaac Watts, 1674-1748|