How Pleasant ’Tis to See

How plea­sant ’tis to see

Our kin and friends agree

Each in their pro­per sta­tion move;

And each ful­fill 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

Diffused a choice per­fume

Ran thro’ his robes

and blest his feet.

Like fruit­ful show­ers of rain

That wa­ter all the plain

Descending from the neigh­bor­ing hills;

Such streams of plea­sure roll

Thro’ ev­ery friend­ly soul

Where love like heav’n­ly dew dis­tills.