| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| We sing of Mason's ancient fame |
115-117 |
6 |
| Pray lend me your ears, my dear brethren, awhile |
117-121 |
20 |
| When earth's foundation first was laid |
121-122 |
5 |
| King Solomon, that wise projector |
123-125 |
6 |
| Some folks have with curious impertinence strove |
125-126 |
7 |
| We have no idle prating |
126-128 |
5 |
| What tho' they call us Mason-fools |
128-129 |
4 |
| Come let us prepare |
129-131 |
7 |
| Come are you prepar'd |
131-132 |
4 |
| Hail Masonry! thou Craft divine! |
132-134 |
6 |
| Grant me kind Heav'n what I request |
134-135 |
4 |
| Mason's daughter fair and young, A |
135-136 |
4 |
| Come follow, follow me |
136-138 |
6 |
| Ye Masons look round, and hark to the sound |
138-139 |
7 |
| Hail! celestial Masonry |
139 |
1 |
| Then give to merit what is due |
140-141 |
5 |
| Support the Craft with honest pride |
141 |
2 |
| Hail celestial Masonry! |
141 |
1 |
| Boast not, mortals, human skill |
142 |
1 |
| Let the diamond's lustre blaze |
142-143 |
2 |
| Let the day be ever prais'd |
143 |
1 |
| Give the heroes all their due |
144 |
1 |