Transcription Notes:
This Internet file is not an exact copy of the book. Certain liberties have been taken. It is presented here as a collection of poetry, rather than as songs to be sung. Some of the conventions helpful for singing, such as breaking words into syllables and heavy use of apostrophes for elided 'e's and 'v's, were felt unnecessary and distracting, so many of the 'v's and practically all of the vowels that were apostrophized out have been replaced. While choruses are noted, repeating line have otherwise been left out. A very few spellings have been modernized, and typographic errors corrected.
The first edition of this book came out in 1819, but this file has been copied from the 16th edition of this book, dated 1851, and so may contain material written between those dates.
If a more precise rendition is required, a photocopy of the book is available online at Google Books: page 3 is the title page, and the songbook portion covers pages 175-240.
Except for the title page, the songbook portion of this book did not include any artwork. 18 of the 22 odes in this collection had music scores. There was no table of contents or index for the songbook; but a hyperlinked ToC of titles and music has been compiled immediately below this, and indexes of first lines have been compiled at the end of this file.
Table of Contents
The True
MASONIC CHART,
OR
HIEROGLYPHIC MONITOR:
containing all the emblems explained in the
degrees of
ENTERED APPRENTICE, FELLOW CRAFT, MASTER MASON,
MARK MASTER, PAST MASTER, MOST EXCELLENT MASTER,
ROYAL ARCH, ROYAL MASTER AND SELECT MASTER,
designed and duly arranged agreeably to the lectures,
BY
R. W. JEREMY L. CROSS, G. L.,
to which are added
ILLUSTRATIONS, CHARGES, SONGS, &c.,
with additions and emendations.
ALSO, A HISTORY OF FREE MASONRY,
BY A BROTHER.
SIXTEENTH, AND STEREOTYPE EDITION,
with new and additional emblems and illustrations
PUBLISHED AND SOLD BY THE AUTHOR.
sold, wholesale and retail, by Lippincott, Grambo & Co.,
Philadelphia; by Mason & Law, A.S.Barnes & Co.,
George F. Coolidge & Brother, and
Robert B. Collins, New-York.
NEW-YORK:
1851.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1851, by
JEREMY L. CROSS,
In the Office of the Clerk of the United States' District Court for the
Southern District of New-York.
MASONIC SONGS.
ENTERED APPRENTICE'S SONG.
PA175
- Just straight from his home,
- See yon candidate come
- Prepared for the time and occasion;
- Of all that can harm,
- We will him disarm.
- That he no way may hurt a Free Mason.
- His eyes cannot search
- Out the way of his march,
- Nor yet where his steps he must place on:
- When him we receive,
- He cannot perceive
- How he came to be made a Free Mason.
- Then he'll danger defy,
- And on Heaven rely
- For strength to support the occasion,
- With the blessing of prayer
- He banishes fear,
- And undaunted is made a Free Mason.
- When he makes his demand,
- By the master's command,
- To know if he's fit for the station,
- Around he is brought,
- Ere he get what he sought
- From a free and an accepted Mason.
- When girded with care,
- By the help of the square,
- The emblem of troth and of reason,
- In form he is placed,
- While to him are rehearsed
- The mysteries of a Free Mason;
- Then full in his sight
- Doth shine the grand light,
- To illumine the works which we trace on;
- And now, as his due,
- He's clothed in full view
- With the badge of an accepted Mason.
- Now hark! we enlarge
- On the duties and charge,
- Where his conduct and walk he must place on;
- Then our rites we'll fulfil,
- And show our good will
- To a free and an accepted Mason.
FELLOW CRAFT'S SONG.
PA178
When earth's foundation first was laid,
By the Almighty Artist's hand;
'Twas then our perfect laws were made,
Established by his strict command
Chorus
Hail! mysterious, Hail, glorious Masonry!
That makes us ever great and free.
In vain mankind for shelter sought,
In vain from place to place did roam,
Until from Heaven he was taught
To plan, to build, to fix his home.
Illustrious hence we date our Art,
And now in beauteous piles appear,
We shall to endless time impart,
How worthy and how great we are.
Nor we less famed for every tie,
By which the human thought is bound;
Love, truth, and friendship socially,
Join all our hearts and hands around.
Our actions still by Virtue blest,
And to our precepts ever true,
The world admiring shall request
To learn, and our bright paths pursue.
MASTER'S SONG.
by a Brother. PA180
In harmony the social band
Are met around the fount of light,
To spend beneath the Master's hand
In decent joy the festive night;
Let each in truth and honour bright
Be present at the secret hall,
And on his heart in silence write
The sacred Word that binds us all.
Beneath the blue and starry zone,
Whose arch high swelling girds the pole,
The Master on his orient throne
Unfolds to view the mystic roll;
At once the pure fraternal soul
Bends to the sign with sacred awe
And reads upon the lettered scroll
In words of light, the unuttered law
Let as our hearts and hands entwine
And form one perfect wreath of love;
Then kneeling at the voice divine
That spake to mortals from above,
Put on the meekness of the dove,
And the white robes of charity,
And in unerring wisdom prove
Our brethren with the single eye.
Be there no darkling scowl of hate
Upon the calm unruffled brow,
But each in innocence elate
To Virtue's brightness only bow:
Blest guardian of all pleasures! Thou
Be ever at our Master's side,
And mark with radiant finger how
Thy words can be our only guide.
By thee conducted we ascend
The steps that lead alone to Heaven
And where the mounting arches end
To each the sign of worth is given;
Then mantled by the shades of even
We meet beneath the unclouded sky,
And bind the links no power hath riven,
In which we swear to live and die.
Let us these favored hours employ,
These moments of the social night
To sing the silver song of joy,
And make the chain of union bright
So may we even here unite
To spend the hours in mercy given,
Led by the tokens which invite
Alone to happiness and Heaven.
MASTER'S SONG.
by Brother T.S.Webb. PA183
I sing the Mason's glory,
Whose prying mind doth burn,
Unto complete perfection
Our mysteries to learn;
Not those who visit Lodges
To eat and drink their fill,
Not those who at our meetings
Hear lectures 'gainst their will,
But only those whose pleasure,
At every lodge can be,
To improve themselves by lectures,
In glorious Masonry.
Chorus
Hail! glorious Masonry!
Hail! glorious Masonry!
To improve themselves by lectures,
In glorious Masonry.
The faithful, worthy brother,
Whose heart can feel for grief,
Whose bosom with compassion
Steps forth to its relief,
Whose soul is ever ready,
Around him to diffuse
The principles of Masons,
And guard them from abuse;
These are thy sons, whose pleasure,
At every lodge, will be,
To improve themselves by lectures
In glorious Masonry.
King Solomon, our patron,
Transmitted this command
"The faithful and praise-worthy
True light must understand;
And my descendants, also,
Who're seated in the East,
Have not fulfilled their duty,
Till light has reached the West."
Therefore, our highest pleasure,
At every lodge, should be,
To improve ourselves by lectures
In glorious Masonry.
The duty and the station,
Of master in the chair,
Obliges him to summon
Each brother to prepare;
That all may be enabled,
By slow, though sure degrees,
To answer in rotation,
With honor and with ease.
Such are thy sons, whose pleasure,
At every lodge, will be,
To improve themselves by lectures
In glorious Masonry.
THE MASON'S ADIEU.
words by Burns. PA187
Adieu, a heart warm, fond adieu,
Ye brothers of our mystic tie;
Ye favour'd nnd enlighten'd few,
Companions of my social joy;
Though I to foreign lands must hie,
Pursuing fortune's slipp'ry ba';
With melting heart and brimful eye,
I'll mind you still when far awa'.
Oft have I met your social band,
To spend a cheerful, festive night,
Oft, hononr'd with supreme command,
Presiding o'er the sons of light:
And by that hieroglyphic bright,
Which none but craftsmen ever saw,
Strong mem'ry on my heart shall write,
Those happy scenes when far awa'.
May freedom, harmony, and love,
Cement you in the grand design,
Beneath th' Omniscient Eye above,
The glorious Architect divine:
That you may keep th' unerring line,
Still guided by the plummet's law,
'Till order bright completely shine,
Shall be my prayer when far awa'.
And you, farewell, whose merits claim
Justly that highest badge to wear,
May heaven bless your noble name,
To Masonry and friendship dear:
My last request permit me then,
When yearly you're assembled a',
One round, I ask it with a tear,
To him, your friend that's far awa'.
And you, kind-hearted sisters, fair,
I sing farewell to all your charms,
Th' impression of your pleasing air
With raptnre oft my bosom warms.
Alas! the social winter's night
No more returns while breath I draw,
'Till sisters, brothers, all unite,
In that Grand Lodge that's far awa'.
ODE FOR GRAND VISITATION.
words by R.T.Paine. Esq. PA190
- Sweet Minstrel who to mortal ears,
- Canst tell the Art, which guides the spheres.
- Blessed Masonry, all hail!
- With nature's birth thy laws began
- To rule on earth fraternal man,
- And still in heaven prevail,
- O'er matter's modes thy mystic sway
- Can fashion Chaos' devious way,
- To order's lucid maze;
- Can rear the cloud-assaulting tower,
- And bid the worm, that breathes its hour,
- Its humble palace raise.
- From nascent life to being's pride,
- The surest boon thy laws provide,
- When wayward fate beguiles;
- The tears thou shedest for human woe,
- In falling shine like Iris' bow,
- And beam an arch of smiles.
- Come, Priest of Science, truth arrayed,
- And with thee bring each tuneful maid,
- Thou lovest on Shinar's plains;
- Revive Creation's primal plan,
- Subdue this wilderness of man,
- Bid social virtue reign.
HYMN FOR CONSECRATION.
PA195
- Hail! universal Lord,
- By Heaven and earth adored,
- All hail, great God!
- Before thy throne we bend,
- To m thy grace extend,
- And to our prayer attend!
- All hail, great God!
- O, hear our prayer today,
- Turn not thy face away,
- O Lord our God!
- Heaven, thy dread dwelling place,
- Cannot contain thy Grace,
- Remember now our race,
- O Lord our God!
- God of our fathers, hear,
- And to our cry be near,
- Jehovah, God!
- The Heavens eternal bow,
- Forgive in mercy now
- Thy suppliants here, O Thou,
- Jehovah, God!
- To thee our hearts do draw,
- On them O write thy law,
- Our Saviour, God!
- When in this Lodge we're met,
- And at thine altar set,
- O, do not us forget,
- Our Saviour, God!
ODE FOR DEDICATION.
by J.H. PA198
Almighty Father! God of Love!
Sacred eternal King of Kings!
From thy celeatial courts above,
Send beams of grace on seraph's wings,
Oh, may they, gilt with light divine,
Shed on our hearts inspiring rays;
While, bending at this sacred shrine,
We offer mystic songs of praise.
Faith! with divine and heavenward eye,
Pointing to radiant realms of bliss,
Shed here thy sweet benignity,
And crown our works with happiness;
Hope! too, with bosom void of fear,
Still on thy steadfast anchor lean,
0! shed thy balmy influence here,
And fill our breasts with joy serene.
And thou, fair Charity! whose smile
Can bid the heart forget its woe,
Whose hand can misery's care beguile,
And kindness' sweetest boon bestow,
Here shed thy sweet soul-soothing ray;
Soften our hearts, thou Power divine!
Bid the warm gem of pity play,
With sparkling lustre, on our shrine.
Thou, who art throned 'midst dazzling light,
And wrapped in dazzling robes of gold,
Whose flowing locks of silvery white
Thy age and honor both unfold,
Genius of Masonry! descend,
And guide our steps by thy strict law;
Oh swiftly to our temple bend,
And fill our breasts with solemn awe.
GLEE.
PA203
- Hail! mysterious, glorious science,
- Which to discord bids defiance,
- Harmony alone reigns here.
- Come let's sing to Him that raised us
- From the rugged path that mazed us.
- To the light that we revere.
ODE TO CHARITY.
Music, see page 178. PA178
- Offspring of Heaven, mankind's best friend,
- Bright Charity, inspire the lay;
- On these celestial shores descend,
- And quit the realms of cloudless day:
- To Thee our constant vows are paid,
- Thy praise we hymn, Angelic Maid.
- When Vulcan rnges unconfined,
- And Neptune mourns his baffled power;
- When flames aspiring with the wind,
- To Heaven's high arch resistless tower:
- 'Tis thou our hearts with pity's glow.
- Inspirest to feel for human woe.
- The house a dismal ruin lies,
- Where mirth late tuned her lyre of joy;
- And tears of anguish fill your eyes,
- Poor orphan girl, and houseless boy:
- But thou, sweet maid, with pity's glow,
- Inspirest each heart to sooth their woe.
- Come then, all-bounteous as thou art,
- And hide thee from our sight no more;
- Touch every soul, expand each heart,
- That breathes on freedom's chosen shore:
- Columbia's sons with pity's glow
- Inspire to feel for human woe.
CHARITY.
A Hymn. PA209
O Charity! thou heavenly grace,
All tender, soft, and kind;
A friend to all the human race,
To all that's good and kind.
The man of charity extends,
To all his liberal hand;
His kindred, neighbours, foes, and friends,
His pity may commaud.
He aids the poor in their distress
He hears when they complain;
With tender heart delights to bless
And lessen all their pain:
The sick, the prisoner, poor, and blind,
And all the sons of grief,
In him a benefactor find,
He loves to give relief.
'Tis love, that makes religion sweet,
'Tis love, that makes us rise,
With willing mind and ardent feet,
To yonder happy skies:
Then let us all in love abound,
And Charity pursue!
Thus shall we be with glory crowned,
And love as angels do.
MASONIC HYMN.
PA213
- Great Architect! supreme, divine,
- Whose wisdom planned the grand design,
- And gave to nature birth!
- Whose word with light adorned the skies,
- Gave matter form, bade order rise,
- And blessed the newborn earth;
Chorus
- Till love shall cease, till order dies.
- To Thee masonic praise shall rise.
- O, bless this love-cemented band,
- Formed and supported by thy hand,
- For Charity's employ;
- To shield the wretched from despair,
- To spread through scenes of grief and care.
- Reviving rays of joy.
- The liberal Arts, by Thee designed,
- To polish, comfort, aid mankind,
- We labour to improve;
- While we adore Jehovah's name,
- Pour on our hearts the melting flame,
- And mould our souls to love.
FUNERAL HYMN.
music by Handel. PA216
Unveil thy bosom faithful tomb,
Take this new treasure to thy trust,
And give these sacred relics room
To slumber in the silent dust.
Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear,
Invade thy bounds; no mortal woes
Can reach the silent sleepers here,
And Angels watch their soft repose.
So Jesus slept; God's dying Son,
Passed through the grave, and blest the bed;
Rest here, dear Saint, till from His throne
The morning break, and pierce the shade.
Break from his throne, illustrious Morn!
Attend, O Earth, his sovereign Word!
Restore thy trust, a glorious form,
He must ascend to meet his Lord.
MOST EXCELLENT MASTER'S ODE.
music by A.Brown. PA220
- All things in darkness lay,
- The Word went forth,
- Up sprung celestial day,
- At nature's birth:
- The heavenly Arch sublimely bent above,
- And on the key stone blazed Eternal Love.
- Heaven's favourite, man was made
- In beauty fair,
- Crime changed blest Eden's shade
- To black despair;
- Love from the sacred Arch came gently down,
- Raised man from death, to an immortal crown.
- Love, then, in chorus sing;
- Hail Love divine!
- Masons your Cassia bring
- To deck his shrine;
- Christians unite while Angels join in song,
- All Earth and Heaven the glorious strain prolong.
ROYAL ARCH SONG.
by a Companion. PA222 music by J.Whitaker.
Joy! the sacred Law is found,
Now the Temple stands complete,
Gladly let us gather round,
Where the Pontiff holds his seat.
Now he spreads the volume wide,
Opening forth its leaves today,
And the Monarch by his side,
Gazes on the bright display.
Joy! the secret vault is found;
Full the sunbeam falls within,
Pointing darkly under ground,
To the treasure we would win.
They have brought it forth to light,
And again it cheers the earth;
All its leaves are purely bright,
Shining in their newest worth.
This shall be the sacred mark
Which shall guide us to the skies,
Bearing, like a holy ark,
All the hearts who love to rise;
This shall be the corner stone
Which the builders threw away,
But was found the only one
Fitted for the arch's stay.
This shall be the gavel true,
At whose sound the crowd shall bend,
Giving to the law its due;
This shall be the faithful friend;
This the token, which shall bring
Kindness to the sick and poor,
Hastening on, on angel's wing,
To the lone and darksome door.
This shall crown the mighty arch,
When the temple springs on high,
And the brethren bend their march
Wafting incense to the sky.
Then the solemn strain shall swell
From the bosom and the tongue,
And the Master's glory tell
In the harmony of song.
Here the exile, o'er the waste
Trudging homeward, shall repose;
All his toils and dangers past,
Here his long sojourning close.
Entering through the sacred veils
To the holy cell he bends;
Then as sinking Nature fails,
Hope in glad fruition ends.
ROYAL ARCH SONG.
PA225
When orient Wisdom beamed serene,
And pillar'd Strength arose;
When beauty tinged the glowing scene,
And Faith her mansion chose;
Exulting bands the fabric viewed,
Mysterious powers adored;
And high the Triple Union stood
That gave the mystic word.
Pale Envy withered at the sight,
And, frowning o'er the pile,
Called Murder up from realms of night,
To blast the glorious toil.
With ruffian outrage joined, in woe
They formed the league abhorred;
And wounded Science felt the blow,
That crushed the Mystic Word.
Concealment, from sequestered cave,
On sable pinions flew;
And over the sacrilegious grave,
Her veil impervious threw.
The associate band, in solemn state,
The awful loss deplored;
And Wisdom mourned the ruthless fate
That whelmed the Mystic Word.
At length, through Time's expanded sphere,
Fair Science speeds her way;
And warmed by Truth's refulgence, clear
Reflects the kindred ray.
A second fabric's towering height,
Proclaims the sign restored;
From whose foundation, brought to light,
Is drawn the Mystic Word.
To depths obscure, the favored Trine,
A dreary course engage;
Till, through the Arch, the ray divine
Illumes the sacred page.
From the wide wonders of this blaze,
Our ancient sign's restored;
The Royal Arch alone displays
The long lost Mystic Word.
ROYAL ARCH SONG.
PA229
Almighty Sire! our heavenly king!
Before whose sacred name we bend,
Accept the praises which we sing,
And to our humble prayer attend;
Thou, who didst Persia's king command
A proclamation to extend,
That Israel's sons might quit the land,
Their holy Temple to attend.
Chorus
All hail! great Architect divine!
This universal frame is thine.
That sacred place, where Three in One
Comprised thy comprehensive name;
And when the bright meridian Sun
Was seen thy glory to proclaim,
Thy watchful eye, a length of time,
The wonderous circle did attend;
The glory and the power be thine,
Which shall from age to age descend.
On thy Omnipotence we rest,
Secure of thy protection here;
And hope hereafter to be blest,
When we have left this world of care
Grant us, great God, thy powerful aid
To Guide us through this vale of tears;
For where thy goodness is displayed,
Peace sooths the mind, and pleasure cheers.
Inspire us with thy grace divine;
Thy sacred law our guide shall be;
To every good our hearts incline,
From every evil keep us free.
Our glad hosannas, Sovereign King!
Thy welcome here shall ever proclaim,
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy revealed, holy Name:
SELECT MASTER'S SONG.
by a Companion. PA232 Hungarian
The vault arches over and night broods around,
Not a whisper is heard through the depth of the cave;
All hearts in the silence of secrecy bound,
Are reading the words the great Architect gave.
United they listen the voice of the Law,
The guide to our reason, the spur of the soul,
And they feel in the sounds a sweet mystery draw
Their hearts to the Spirit who uttered the whole.
Now the work is completed and all are combined,
To close in the secret and deep-hidden cell
The words which are treasured as light to the mind,
Like the waters of truth in their close-covered well.
Here safely secured they shall live on the rock,
When the storm rages o'er it and levels the wall,
And still in the rage of the conqueror's shock,
The arches shall neither be shaken nor fall.
We have laid in its secret and silent retreat
The treasures that Kings shall exult to behold;
And the pilgrim shall hasten with ardour to meet
This gift, valued higher than jewels or gold:
Ages roll on their way and no foot shall be heard
In search of this roll to enlighten the world;
Bnt a hand shall be found to recover the Word,
And then shall the standard of truth be unfurled.
We are seated in silence, and nothing can find
Its way to our distant and mystical cave;
And the watchman who guards not, our mandate shall bind
In the deeper concealment of death and the grave;
Be faithful and true, ever firm to your trust,
In the lesson we give in the council of light,
And the herald shall summon you forth from the dust,
Above in the meeting of souls to unite.
SELECT MASTER'S ANTHEM.
Music, see page 213. PA213
- "Let there be light," the Almighty spoke;
- Refulgent streams from chaos broke,
- To illume the rising earth!
- Well pleased the great Jehovah stood;
- The Power Supreme pronounced it good,
- And gave the planets birth!
Chorus
- In choral numbers masons join,
- To bless and praise this light divine.
- Parent of light! accept our praise!
- Who sheddest on us thy brightest rays
- The light that fills the mind:
- By choice selected, lo! we stand,
- By friendship joined, a social band!
- That love, that aid mankind!
- The widow's tear, the orphan's cry,
- All wants our ready hands supply,
- As far as power is given;
- The naked clothe, the prisoner free,
- These are thy works, sweet Charity!
- Revealed to us from Heaven.
SONG.
written by N.H.Wright. PA235
Ah! why should the heart be depressed,
When its fondness is treated with scorn?
The couch that with roses is dressed,
In its softness conceals a rude thorn.
The bright eye of beauty may beam
With a light like the meteor glare;
But her victim may wake from his dream,
And hope may be changed to despair.
Like the rainbow, which shines from the cloud,
Her allurements awhile may deceive;
Till joy is enwrapped in a shroud,
And the mourner is left but to grieve.
Bui Friendship has charms which endure,
Its birth was in regions above;
'Tis a passion, like heaven, most pure
For it sprang from the fountain of love.
Then let not the heart be depressed
If one treat its fondness with scorn;
It may find in a Brother's warm breast
The rose that conceals not a thorn.
MASONIC ODE.
[no music]
Empires and kings have passed away
Into oblivion's mine;
And towering domes have felt decay,
Since auld lang syne.
But Masonry, the glorious art,
With wisdom's ray divine;
'Twas ever so, the Hebrew cries,
In auld lang syne.
Behold the occidental chair
Proclaims the day's decline
Hiram of Tyre was seated there,
In auld lang syne.
The South proclaims refreshment nigh
High twelve's the time to dine;
Arid beauty decked the southern sky,
In auld lang syne.
Yes, Masonry, whose temple here
Was built by hands divine,
Shall ever shine as bright and clear,
As auld lang syne.
Then, brethren, for the worthy three,
Let us a wreath entwine,
The three great heads of Masonry
In auld lang syne.
Remembering oft that worthy one,
With gratitude divine,
The Tyrian youth the widow's son
Of auld lang syne.
EPILOGUE.
[no music]
As lately, brethren, from the Lodge I came,
Warmed with our royal order's purest flame
Absorbed in thought; before my ravished eyes,
I saw the Genius, Masonry, arise:
A curious hieroglyphic robe he wore,
And in his hand the sacred volume bore:
On one side was divine Astrζa placed,
And soft-eyed Charity the other graced;
Humanity, the general friend, was there,
And Pity, dropping the pathetic tear;
There too was Order; there, with rosy mien,
Blithe Temperance shone, and white robed Truth was seen.
There, with a key suspended to his breast,
Silence appeared; his lips his finger pressed:
With these, soft warbling an instructive song,
Sweet music, gaily smiling, tripped along.
Wild laughter, clamorous noise, and mirth ill bred,
The brood of folly, at his presence fled.
The Genius spoke, "My son, observe my train,
Which, of my order different parts explain.
Look up behold the bright Astrζa there,
She will direct thee how to use the Square.
Pity will bid thee grieve, with those who grieve,
Whilst Charity will prompt thee to relieve;
Will prompt thee every comfort to bestow,
And draw the arrow from the breast of woe;
Humanity will lead to honor's goal,
Give the large thought, and form the generous soul,
Will bid thee thy fraternal love expand,
To virtue of all faiths, and every land.
Order will kindly teach her laws of peace,
Which discord stop, and social joys increase;
Temperance instruct thee all excess to avoid,
Bywhich fair fame is lost and health destroyed:
Truth warn thee never to use perfidious art,
And bid thy tongue be rooted in thy heart;
Silence direct thee never to disclose,
Whatever thy brethren in thy breast repose;
For thee shall Music strike the harmonious lyre,
And whilst she charms the ear, morality inspire.
These all observe; and let thy conduct show,
What real blessings I on man bestow."
He said, and disappeared; and Oh! may we,
Who wear this honored badge, accepted, free,
To every grace and virtue temples raise,
And by our useful works our Order praise.
Index of First Lines
In song number order
- 1. Just straight from his home,
- 2. When earth's foundation first was laid,
- 3. In harmony the social band
- 4. I sing the Mason's glory,
- 5. Adieu, a heart warm, fond adieu,
- 6. Sweet Minstrel who to mortal ears,
- 7. Hail! universal Lord,
- 8. Almighty Father! God of Love!
- 9. Hail! mysterious, glorious science,
- 10. Offspring of Heaven, mankind's best friend,
- 11. O Charity! thou heavenly grace,
- 12. Great Architect! supreme, divine,
- 13. Unveil thy bosom faithful tomb,
- 14. All things in darkness lay,
- 15. Joy! the sacred Law is found,
- 16. When orient Wisdom beamed serene,
- 17. Almighty Sire! our heavenly king!
- 18. The vault arches over and night broods around,
- 19. Let there be light, the Almighty spoke;
- 20. Ah! why should the heart be depressed,
- 21. Empires and kings have passed away
- 22. As lately, brethren, from the Lodge I came,
Index of First Lines
In alphabetical order
- 5. Adieu, a heart warm, fond adieu,
- 20. Ah! why should the heart be depressed,
- 14. All things in darkness lay,
- 8. Almighty Father! God of Love!
- 17. Almighty Sire! our heavenly king!
- 22. As lately, brethren, from the Lodge I came,
- 21. Empires and kings have passed away
- 12. Great Architect! supreme, divine,
- 9. Hail! mysterious, glorious science,
- 7. Hail! universal Lord,
- 4. I sing the Mason's glory,
- 3. In harmony the social band
- 15. Joy! the sacred Law is found,
- 1. Just straight from his home,
- 19. Let there be light, the Almighty spoke;
- 11. O Charity! thou heavenly grace,
- 10. Offspring of Heaven, mankind's best friend,
- 6. Sweet Minstrel who to mortal ears,
- 18. The vault arches over and night broods around,
- 13. Unveil thy bosom faithful tomb,
- 2. When earth's foundation first was laid,
- 16. When orient Wisdom beamed serene,