Behold how good a thing

It is dwell in peace;

How pleasing to our King

This fruit of righteousness;

When brethren all in one agree,

Who knows the joys of unity.

Where unity is found,

The sweet anointing grace

Extends to all around,

And consecrates the place;

To every waiting soul it comes,

And fills it with divine perfumes.

Grace every morning new,

And every night we feel

The soft refreshing dew

That falls on Hermon’s hill!

On Zion it doth sweetly fall;

The grace of one descends on all.

Ev’n now our Lord doth pour

The blessing from above,

A kindly, gracious show’r

Of heart reviving love

The former and the latter rain,

The love of God and love of man.

In Him when brethren join,

And fellowship divine

He promises to bless;

His choicest graces to bestow

Where two or three are met below.

The riches of His grace

In fellowship are giv’n

To Zion’s chosen race,

He citizens of heav’n:

He fills them with His choicest store,

He give them life for evermore.