How good it is to be with the brothers!
How good it is to be with the brothers!
Fine as oil on the head running down Aaron’s beard!
Fine as oil running down Aaron’s beard!
Like dew from Hermon falling on Zion’s heights,
Like dew from Hermon falling on Zion’s heights,
There the Lord sends for evermore his blessing!
There the Lord sends for evermore his blessing!
There the Lord gives everlasting life,
There the Lord gives everlasting life!
How good it is to be with the brothers!
How good it is to be with the brothers!

Look how it is good, taste how it is sweet,
when the brothers are together!
It is like fragrant oil running down
on Aaron’s beard!
Look how it is good, taste how it is sweet…
It is like fragrant oil running down
down upon his robes!
Look how it is good, taste how it is sweet…
It is like dew coming down from Hermon
on the heights of Zion!
Look how it is good, taste how it is sweet…
There the Lord gives his blessing from heaven,
the Lord gives life eternal.
Look how it is good, taste how it is sweet…

Praise the Lord from the heavens:
praise him!
Praise him in the heights:
praise him!
Praise him, all his angels,
praise him, all his hosts.
Praise him, sun and moon,
praise him, all you shining stars.
Praise him, you highest of heavens,
and you waters above the heavens.
Let them praise the Name of the Lord,
for he commanded and they were created.
He has established them for ever,
he’s set a law that will never pass away.
Praise the Lord from the earth,
you sea-monsters and all the depths.
Fire and hail, snow and mist,
stormy winds that obey his Word.
Mountains and every hill,
fruit trees and every cedar.
Beasts, wild and tame,
reptiles and flying birds.
Kings of the earth and all peoples,
princes and rulers of the earth.
Young men and maidens,
old men together with children.
Let them praise the Name of the Lord,
for his Name alone is exalted,
his glory above heaven and earth,
he has raised up his people.
Let all his faithful praise the Lord,
Israel, the people that He loves.
Praise him!

Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!
Praise God in his holy temple,
praise him in the heights of heaven.
Praise him for his powerful deeds,
praise him for his surpassing greatness.
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!
Praise him with blasts of the trumpet,
praise him with harps and guitars.
Praise him with drums and dancing,
praise him with flutes and strings.
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!
Praise him with clashing cymbals,
praise him with clanging cymbals.
Let everything that lives and breathes
praise, praise the Lord.
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!

Who will divide us, who will divide us,
from the love of God?
Who will divide us, who will divide us,
from the love of God?
Could Jesus Christ,
he who died, he who rose again,
he who sits at the right hand of the Father
interceding for us?
Who will divide us…
Tribulation,
anguish, persecution,
hunger, nakedness –
if all these we conquer
in him who loved us?
Who will divide us…
If we are sure
that neither death, nor life,
nor the present, nor the future,
nor the heights, nor the depths,
nor any other creature
can divide us from God.
Can divide us,
can divide us
from the love of God,
shown to us in Jesus Christ.
Who will divide us…

Come, ring out our joy to the Lord,
let us acclaim the rock
of our salvation!
Let us come before him
and give him thanks,
let us acclaim him
with songs of joy!
Because a mighty God is the Lord,
a great king above all other gods;
in his hands are the depths of the earth,
the heights of the mountains are his;
to him belongs the sea for he made it,
and the dry land shaped by his hands.
Come, ring out our joy to the Lord…
Come, let us bow low before him
and kneel before the God who made us;
he is the one who guides us in the desert.
Let us listen today to his voice;
let us not harden our hearts
as our fathers did before us.
Come, ring out our joy to the Lord…
In the desert your fathers tested me,
even though they had seen my deeds.
For forty years I was wearied
of that wicked generation;
then I took an oath in my anger:
"Never shall they enter my rest."
Come, ring out our joy to the Lord…