Psalm 133

O Blest estate! blest from above!
When Brethren joyne in mutuall love.
'Tis like the precious Odors shed
On consecrated Aarons head:
Which trickled from his Beard and Breast,
Downe to the bordes of his Vest.
'Tis like the pearles of Dew that drop
On Hermons ever-fragrant top:
Or which the smiling Heavens distill
On happy Sions sacred Hill.
For God hath there his favours plac't,
And joy, which shall for ever last.