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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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