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Behold, how good, how pleasant 'tis
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| | 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. |
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