How beautiful a thing
when friends walk hand in hand,
and, unity our common tongue,
as sisters, brothers, stand.
It is the precious balm
anointing Aaron’s head,
the dews of Hermon fresh and sweet
upon Mount Zion shed.
Fulfil your promise, Lord:
your dews of blessing pour,
that we may serve you now as one,
and praise you evermore.
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