1 Lo, what a pleasing sight
Are brethren that agree!
How blest are all whose hearts unite
In bonds of piety.

2 From those celestial springs,
Such streams of comfort flow,
As no increase of riches brings,
Nor honors can bestow.

3 All in their stations move,
And each performs his part,
In all the cares of life and love,
With sympathizing heart.

4 Formed for the purest joys,
By one desire possest,
One aim the zeal of all employs,
To make each other blest.

5 'Tis the same pleasure fills
The breast in worlds above,
Where joy, like morning-dew, distils,
And all the air is love.

Amen.