It is to dwell in peace;
How pleasing to our King,
This fruit of righteousness;
When brethren all in one agree,
They know the joy of unity!
They know the joy of unity!
(True followers of the Lamb),
They’re one in heart and mind,
They think and speak the same;
When all in love together dwell;
The comfort is unspeakable!
The joys of heav’n we prove;
This is the gospel grace,
The unction from above;
The Spirit on all saints is shed,
Descending swift from Christ the Head.
The sweet anointing grace
Extends to all around,
And shines from every face;
To every praising saint it comes,
And fills him with divine perfumes.
The precious oil comes down:
Anointing as it runs,
Anointing on and on.
E’en to His skirts (the meanest name
That longs to love the bleeding Lamb).
(Those nearest to His face),
The humble, trembling souls
Who know abundant grace;
The grace, the grace for all is free,
For, lo, it reaches now to me!