The Dew of Hermon
 
1. Behold how good a thing 
It is to dwell in peace;
How pleasing to our King 
This fruit of righteousness;
When brethren all in one agree,
Who knows the joys of unity! 
 
2. When all are sweetly joined, 
(true foll'wers of the Lamb) 
The same in heart and mind, 
And think and speak the same;
And all in love together dwell;
The comfort is unspeakable. 
 
3. Where unity takes place, 
The joys of heav'n we prove;
This is the gospel grace, 
The unction from above,
The Spirit on believers shed,
Descending swift from Christ our Head. 
 
4. Where unity is found, 
The sweet anointing grace 
Extends to all around, 
And consecrates the place;
To ev'ry waiting soul it comes,
And fills it with divine perfumes.

5. Grace ev'ry morning new, 
And ev'ry night, we feel;  
The soft refreshing dew 
That falls on Hermon's hill!  
On Zion it doth sweetly fall;
The grace of One descends on all.

6. And now our Lord doth pour 
The blessing from above,
A kindly, gracious shower 
Of heart-reviving love,
The former and the latter rain,
The love of God and love of man.

7. In Him when brethren join,
And follow after peace,
The fellowship divine
He promises to bless;
His choicest graces to bestow,
Where two or three are met below.

8. The riches of His grace
In fellowship are giv'n
To Zion's chosen race,
The citizens of heav'n:
He fills them with His choicest store,
He gives them life forevermore.
 
Text: based on Psalm 133