First Line |
Page |
Verses |
To Heaven's high Architect all praise |
71 |
1 |
Behold how good and joyful a thing it is |
72 |
1 |
Grant us, kind Heav'n, what we request |
72-73 |
4 |
Oh! Masonry our hearts inspire |
73 |
4 |
Wake the lute and quiv'ring strings |
74 |
4 |
Hail to the Craft! at whose serene command |
74-75 |
2 |
What solemn sounds on holy Sinai rung |
75-76 |
3 |
Ye spirits pure, that rous'd the tuneful throng |
76-77 |
4 |
Sons of antique art, The |
77 |
4 |
When the Deity's word |
78 |
4 |
Let Masonry from Pole to Pole |
79 |
2 |
Unite, unite, your voices raise |
79-80 |
5 |
'Ere God the universe began |
80 |
6 |
Genius of Masonry descend |
81-82 |
5 |
When first a Mason I was made |
82 |
4 |
Come let us prepare |
83-84 |
7 |
Glorious Craft, which fires the Mind |
84 |
4 |
In darkness once I walk'd serene |
84-85 |
6 |
Wherever our wandering feet are inclin'd |
86 |
2 |
Arise, and blow thy Trumpet, Fame |
86 |
4 |
Ye dull stupid mortals, give o'er your conjectures |
89 |
4 |