| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Behold he comes upon the wings of light |
221 |
1 |
| And while he swell'd the melting note |
221 |
1 |
| Hark from on high the Mason word |
222 |
1 |
| We know thee, by thy apron white |
223 |
1 |
| Not like Babel's haughty building |
223 |
1 |
| Behold, my brethren of the sky |
224 |
1 |
| When allegiance bids obey |
224-225 |
1 |
| Tune to the lute and string the lyre |
225 |
1 |
| When the Queen of the South shall return |
226 |
2 |
| Oh! charming Sheba, there behold |
226-227 |
4 |
| One gem beyond the rest I see |
227 |
3 |
| We sing of Masons antient fame! [sic] |
228-230 |
6 |
| From henceforth ever sing |
230-231 |
1 |
| Hail Masonry! thou Craft divine! |
231-233 |
6 |
| Come let us prepare |
233-235 |
10 |
| On, on, my dear brethren, pursue your great lecture |
235-236 |
5 |
| Let Masonry be now my theme |
236-238 |
4 |
| Grant me, kind Heaven, what I request |
238-239 |
4 |
| To all who masonry despise |
239-240 |
4 |
| By Masons art th' aspiring domes |
240 |
2 |
| Genius of Masonry descend |
241-243 |
12 |
| King Solomon, that wise projector |
244-245 |
5 |
| Mason's daughter, fair and young, A |
245-246 |
4 |
| Once I was blind and cou'd not see |
246-248 |
8 |
| Ye thrice happy few |
248-250 |
8 |
| Health to our sister let's drink, A |
251 |
2 |
| Assembled and tyl'd, let us social agree |
251-252 |
5 |
| We have no idle prating |
252-253 |
5 |
| Mason one time. A |
253-254 |
5 |
| Come follow, follow me |
254-255 |
6 |