Behold how pleasant that it be
When brothers dwell in unity.
Tis like a crown upon the head
Or dusty land that’s now been fed
by dew from heaven. Or a dove
bearing with it God’s branch of love.
Two big Gears and three little ones
Behold how pleasant that it be
When brothers dwell in unity.
Tis like a crown upon the head
Or dusty land that’s now been fed
by dew from heaven. Or a dove
bearing with it God’s branch of love.