How sweet, how heav’nly is the sight,
When those that love the Lord
In one another’s peace delight,
And so fulfill His Word.
When each can feel his brother’s sigh
And with him bear a part;
When sorrow flows from eye to eye,
And joy from heart to heart.
When, free from envy, scorn, and pride,
Our wishes all above,
Each can his brother’s failings hide,
And show a brother’s love.
When love, in one delightful stream,
Through every bosom flows;
When union sweet, and dear esteem,
In every action glows.
Love is the golden chain that binds
The happy souls above;
And he’s an heir of Heav’n that finds
His bosom glow with love.