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 that precious oil,
Which, pour'd on Aaron's head,
Rand won his beard, and o'er his robe,
Its costly moisture shed.
3 'Tis like refreshing dew, which does
On Hermon's top distil;
Or like the early drops that fall
On Sion's fruitful hill.
4 For Sion is the chosen seat,
Where the almighty King
The promis'd blessing has ordain'd,
And life's eternal spring.
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First Line: | How vast must their advantage be |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
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