Psalm 133:3. As the 122nd Psalm.
The blessings of friendship.
How pleasant ’tis to see
Kindred and friends agree,
Each in their proper station move,
And each fulfil their part
With sympathizing heart,
In all the cares of life and love!
‘Tis like the ointment shed
On Aaron’s sacred head,
Divinely rich, divinely sweet;
The oil, thro’ all the room,
Diffus’d a choice perfume,
Ran thro’ his robes, and blest his feet.
Like fruitful showers of rain,
That water all the plain,
Descending from the neighbouring hills;
Such streams of pleasure roll
Thro’ every friendly soul,
Where love like heavenly dew distils.
Repeat the first stanza to complete the tune.