393. S. M. Watts. The Bond of Peace. 1 Blest are the sons of peace, Whose hearts and hopes are one; Whose kind designs to serve and please Through all their actions run. 2 Blest is the pious house Where zeal and friendship meet; Their songs of praise, their mingled vows, Make their communion sweet. 3 Thus on the heavenly hills The saints are blest above, Where joy like morning dew distils, And all the air is love.
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