| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| E'er time's great machine was in motion |
3-5 |
5 |
| All hail! to the morning |
5-6 |
4 |
| I sing the Mason's glory |
6-8 |
4 |
| When the Senior Warden, standing in the West |
8 |
2 |
| Now the Junior Warden calls us from our labours |
8-9 |
3 |
| Freemasons all, attend the call |
9-10 |
3 |
| Come brothers, let us cheerful sing |
10-12 |
6 |
| To the Knight Templar's awful dome |
12 |
4 |
| Almighty sire! our heavenly king |
13 |
3 |
| Unite, unite, your voices raise |
13-14 |
5 |
| When earth's foundation first was laid |
14 |
5 |
| E'er God the universe began |
15 |
5 |
| Not the fictions of Greece, nor the dreams of old Rome |
15-16 |
4 |
| Ye dull stupid mortals, give o'er your conjectures |
16-17 |
4 |
| Whilst princes and heroes promiscuously fight |
17-18 |
2 |
| No sect in the world can with Masons compare |
18-19 |
5 |
| When my divine Althea's charms |
19 |
3 |
| On, on, my dear brethren, pursue your great lecture |
20 |
4 |
| Let Masonry from pole to pole |
20 |
2 |
| Ye sons of fair science, impatient to learn |
21 |
6 |
| Hail Masonry divine |
21-22 |
3 |
| Come let us prepare |
22-23 |
6 |
| When a lodge of Free Masons are cloth'd in their aprons |
23-25 |
10 |
| How happy a Mason whose bosom still flows |
25 |
2 |
| In hist'ry we're told, how the lodges of old |
25-26 |
4 |
| When Masonry expiring lay, by knaves and fools rejected |
26-28 |
5 |
| Hail Masonry! thou sacred art |
28 |
2 |
| Come ye Masons hither bring |
28-29 |
5 |
| Whilst each poet sings of great princes and kings |
29-30 |
5 |
| When the sun from the East first salutes mortal eyes |
30-31 |
6 |
| Of all institutions to form well the mind |
31-32 |
4 |
| Once I was blind and could not see |
32-33 |
8 |
| Ye gracious powers of choral song |
34-35 |
10 |
| Dear brothers of fraternal mind |
35-37 |
8 |
| Come, come, my brethren dear |
37-38 |
4 |
| So much of Masonry's been sung |
38-39 |
5 |
| Adieu, a heart, fond warm adieu |
30-40 |
5 |
| Here social love serenely smiles |
40-41 |
3 |
| Conven'd we're met my jovial souls |
41-42 |
7 |
| Arise, my brethren, let us arise |
42-44 |
13 |
| Curiosity labours and longs for to know |
44-45 |
8 |
| Ye Masons look round, and hark to the sound |
45-46 |
7 |
| Assembled and tyl'd, let us social agree |
46 |
5 |
| Bacchus open all thy treasure |
47 |
4 |
| To all who Masonry despise |
47-48 |
4 |
| Assist my muse, thy influence bring |
48-49 |
5 |
| Some folks have with curious impertinence strove |
49-50 |
7 |
| Come are you prepar'd |
50-51 |
4 |
| Come follow, follow me |
51-52 |
6 |
| With plumb, level, and square, to work let's prepare |
52-53 |
6 |
| King Solomon, that wise projector |
53-54 |
6 |
| When orient Wisdom beam'd serene |
55-56 |
5 |
| O what a happy thing it is |
56 |
3 |
| Columbia's sons, attend awhile |
56-57 |
4 |
| Ye thrice happy few |
57-59 |
7 |
| As long as our coast does with whiteness appear |
59 |
4 |
| Thus happily met, united and free |
59-60 |
3 |
| In times of old date, when (as stories relate) |
60-61 |
5 |
| Lightly o'er the village green |
61-62 |
3 |
| Mason's life's the life for me, A |
62-63 |
3 |
| When quite a young spark |
63-64 |
7 |
| What joys do the Craft on each Mason bestow |
65 |
5 |
| There liv'd, as fame reports, in days of yore |
66-70 |
28 |