And bonds of charity!
'T is like the precious ointment shed
O'er all his robes from Aaron's head.
2'Tis like the dews that fill
The cups of Hermon's flowers;
Or Zion's fruitful hill,
Bright with the drops of showers;
When mingling odors breathe around,
And glory rests on all the ground.
3For there the Lord commands