| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Hail to the Craft! at whose serene command |
40-41 |
|
| Wake the lute and quiv'ring strings |
41 |
2 |
| Grant us kind Heav'n what we request |
41-42 |
4 |
| By Mason's art th' aspiring dome |
42 |
2 |
| Arise, and blow thy trumpet, Fame! |
42-43 |
4 |
| When earth's foundation first was laid |
43-44 |
5 |
| Genius of Masonry descend |
44-45 |
5 |
| Let Masonry from pole to pole |
45 |
2 |
| Let drunkards boast the pow'r of wine |
45-46 |
7 |
| One night as Ned crept into bed |
47 |
5 |
| Let Masons fame resound |
48 |
5 |
| What solemn sounds on holy Sinai rung |
49-50 |
6 |
| Thus mighty Eastern kings, and some |
51 |
1 |
| Whene'er we are alone |
51-54 |
13 |