By A Collection of Hymns

      4-6s & 2-8s. Psalm cxxxiii.
      1 BEHOLD, how good a thing
      It is to dwell in peace;
      How pleasing to our King
      This fruit of righteousness;
      When brethren all in one agree,
      Who knows the joys of unity!

      2 When all are sweetly joined,
      (True followers of the Lamb)
      The same in heart and mind,
      And think and speak the same;
      And all in love together dwell;
      The comfort is unspeakable.

      3 Where unity takes place,
      The joys of heaven we prove;
      This is the gospel grace,
      The unction from above,
      The Spirit on all believers shed,
      Descending swift from Christ our Head.

      4 Where unity is found,
      The sweet anointing grace
      Extends to all around,
      And consecrates the place;
      To every waiting soul it comes,
      And fills it with divine perfumes.

      5 Grace every morning new,
      And every night, we feel;
      The soft, refreshing dew
      That falls on Hermon's hill!
      On Zion it doth sweetly fall;
      The grace of one descends on all.

      6 Even now our Lord doth pour
      The blessing from above,
      A kindly, gracious shower
      Of heart-reviving love,
      The former and the latter rain,
      The love of God and love of man.

      7 In him when brethren join,
      And follow after peace,
      The fellowship divine
      He promises to bless;
      His choicest graces to bestow,
      Where two or three are met below.

      8 The riches of his grace
      In fellowship are given
      To Zion's chosen race,
      The citizens of heaven:
      He fills them with his choicest store,
      He gives them life for evermore.