How sweet, how heav'nly is the sight,

How sweet, how heav'nly is the sight, When those who love the Lord In one another's peace delight, And so fulfill His Word;

When each can feel his brother's sigh, And with him bear a part; When sorrow flows from eye to eye, And joy from heart to heart;

When, free from envy, scorn and pride, Our wishes all above, Each can his brother's failings hide, And show a brother's love;

When love, in one delightful stream, Through every bosom flows; When union sweet, and dear esteem, In every action glows.

Love is the golden chain that binds; The saints Thy grace thus prove. And he is glory's heir that finds His bosom glow with love.