Blest are the sons of peace,

Whose hearts and hopes are one,

Whose kind designs to serve and please

Through all their actions run.

Blest is the pious house

Where zeal and friendship meet;

Their songs of praise, their mingled vows,

Make their communion sweet.

Thus when on Aaron's head

They poured the rich perfume,

The oil through all his raiment spread,

And pleasure filled the room.

Thus on the heav'nly hills

The saints are bless'd above,

Where joy, like morning dew, distils,

And all the air is love.