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 |  |  |  |  | Behold, how good, how pleasant 'tis |  |  |  | When brethren dwell in one! |  |  |  | 'Tis like the oil on Aaron's head, |  |  |  | Which to his skirts did run; |  |  |  | As dew of Hermon that descends |  |  |  | On Zion's mountains o'er; |  |  |  | The Lord His blessing there commands, |  |  |  | E'en life forevermore. | 
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