Sharon

1. How pleasant ’tis to see
Kindred and friends agree,
Each in their proper station move,
And each fulfil their part
With sympathizing heart,
In all the cares of life and love!

2. ‘Tis like the ointment shed
On Aaron’s sacred head,
Divinely rich, divinely sweet;
The oil, through all the room,
Diffused a choice perfume,
Ran down his robes, and blessed his feet.

3. Like fruitful showers of rain,
That water all the plain,
Descending from the neighboring hills;
Such streams of pleasure roll
Through every friendly soul,
Where love, like heavenly dew distils.