| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| To Heaven's high Architect all praise |
65 |
1 |
| Behold, how good and joyful a thing it is |
65-66 |
1 |
| Grant us, kind Heav'n, what we request |
66-67 |
4 |
| Oh! Masonry our hearts inspire |
67 |
4 |
| Wake the lute and quiv'ring strings |
67-68 |
4 |
| Hail to the Craft! at whose serene command |
68-69 |
4 |
| What solemn sounds on holy Sinai rung |
69-70 |
2 |
| Ye spirits pure, that rous'd the tuneful throng |
70-71 |
4 |
| Sons of antique Art, The |
71 |
2 |
| Ye sons of great science, impatient to learn |
72-73 |
6 |
| When the Deity's word |
73 |
4 |
| Let Masonry from pole to pole |
74 |
2 |
| Unite, unite, your voices raise |
74-75 |
5 |
| 'Ere God the universe began |
75 |
5 |
| Genius of Masonry descend |
76-77 |
5 |
| When first a Mason I was made |
77 |
4 |
| Fidelity once had a fancy to rove |
77-78 |
8 |
| Come let us prepare |
79-80 |
7 |
| Glorious Craft, which fires the mind |
80 |
4 |