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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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