Psalm CXXXIII

Verse 1

How pleasing is the scene, how sweet! When kindred souls in friendship join; Whose joys and cares united meet, In bands of amity divine.

Verse 2

Less fragrant was the ointment pour'd On Aaron's consecrated head, When balmy sweets profusely shower'd, Down to his sacred vesture spread.

Verse 3

Not flow'ry Hermon e'er display'd, (Impearl'd with dew,) a fairer sight; Nor Sion's beauteous hills, array'd In golden beams of morning light.

Verse 4

'Tis here the Lord indulgent sheds His kindest gifts, a heav'nly store; With life immortal crowns their heads, When earth's frail comforts please no more.