Behold, how good, how pleasant is the union,
When brethren in the Lord have sweet communion!
'Tis like the oil on Aaron's head,
That, running down, into his beard doth spread,
the oil that flows upon his priestly dress,
Anointing him to holiness.
'Tis as the dew on Hermon's brow descending,
The dew that falls where Zion's slopes are bending,
And makes their vintage overflow.
So they who dwell in peace no want shall know,
For there Jehovah God His blessing sends,
Yea, even life that never ends.
- Psalter Number: 449