Behold, how good, how pleasant 'tis
  When brethren dwell in one!
'Tis like the oil on Aaron's head,
  Which to his skirts did run;
As dew of Hermon that descends
  On Zion's mountains o'er;
The Lord His blessing there commands,
  E'en life forevermore.

Hearts full of joy and honesty,
  We come to this love feast;
His grace thus tasting thoroughly,
  Our praises are increased.
Here fellowshipping mutually,
  What sweetness fills our heart!
Oh, may that day come speedily
  When none of us must part.