|
|
| |
|
How beautiful the sight
Of brethren who agree
In friendship to unite,
And bonds of charity;
’Tis like the precious ointment, shed
O’er all his robes, from Aaron’s head.
’Tis like the dews that fill
The cups of Hermon’s flowers;
Or Zion’s fruitful hill,
Bright with the drops of showers,
When mingling odors breathe around,
And glory rests on all the ground
For there the Lord commands
Blessings, a boundless store,
From His unsparing hands,
Yea, life forevermore;
Thrice happy they who meet above
To spend eternity in love!
|
marker 99
|
LYRICS
|
Meter:
|
6 6 6 6 8 8
|
|
Writer(s):
|
|
|
Trans/Adapted:
|
| |
Dates:
|
1822
|
|
Bible Refs:
|
Ps 133;
|
LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
|
Hymn/Song Book
|
Year
|
Song #
|
| 1851 | # 314 | | 1961 | # 283 |
MUSIC
|
Name:
|
ST. GODRIC
|
|
Meter:
|
6 6 6 6 8 8
|
|
Writer(s):
|
|
|
Dates:
|
1862
|
LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
|
Hymn/Song Book
|
Song #
|
Key
|
| # 653 | A | | # 269 | A | | # 716 | A | | # 109 | Ab | | # 313 | G | | # 374 | G |
echo ' | ';
|
Hymn Writer
