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MUSIC - "Sweet home."
Farewell, till again we shall welcome the time
Which brings us once
more to our fame-cherished shrine;
And though from each other we
distant may roam,
Again may all meet in this our dear lov'd
Home, home - sweet, sweet home.
May every dear brother find joy
and peace at home.
And when our last parting on earth shall draw nigh,
And we shall be
called to the Grand Lodge on high,
May each be prepared when the
summons shall come,
To meet the Grand Master in Heaven our
Home, home-sweet, sweet home.
May every dear brother find
Heaven a home.
MUSIC - "Rule Britannia."
When earth's foundation first was laid,
By the Almighty Artist's
'Twas then our perfect, our perfect laws were
Established by his strict command.
Hail! mysterious, Hail, glorious Masonry!
That makes us ever great
In vain mankind for shelter sought,
In vain from place to place did
Until from heaven, from heaven he was taught
To plan, to
build, to fix his home.
Illustrious hence we date our Art,
And now in beauteous piles
We shall to endless, to endless time impart,
How worthy and
how great we are.
Nor we less fam'd for every tie,
By which the human thought is
Love, truth and friendship, and friendship
Join all our hearts and hands around.
Our actions still by Virtue blest,
And to our precepts ever
The world admiring, admiring shall request
To learn, and our
bright paths pursue.
Music - "God save the King."
Hail, Masonry divine!
Glory of ages, shine!
Long may'st thou
Where'er thy Lodges stand,
May they have great
And always grace the land.
Great fabrics still arise,
And grace the azure skies;
Thy noble orders are
Matchless, beyond compare;
art with thee can share.
Thou art divine!
Hiram, the architect,
Did all the Craft direct
How they should
Sol'mon, great Israel's king,+
Did mighty blessings
And left us room to sing,+
Hail, royal art!+
(+ = Chorus 3 times)
MUSIC - Old Hundred, L. M.
Great Architect of Heaven and earth,
To whom all nature owes its
Thou spake! and vast creation stood.
Surveyed the work -
pronounced it good.
Lord, can'st thou deign to own and bless
This humble dome - this
Oh! let thy Spirit's presence shine
Within these walls
- this house of thine
'T was reared in honor of thy name.
Here kindle, Lord, the sacred
Oh! make it burn in every heart,
And never from this place
Here may our precepts' powerful truth,
Instruct the aged and the
Nor let illiberal party zeal,
E'er mar the union, Masons
Let life divine here seize the dead;
Here may the starving poor he
Here may the mourner comfort find;
Here love prevail for all
Lord, here the wants of all supply,
And fit our souls to dwell on
From service in this humble place,
Raise us to praise thee
face to face.
AIR - Creation.
Deep in the quarries of the stone,
Amid vast heaps of other
In darkness hid, to art unknown,
We found this rude and
Now shaped by art, its roughness gone,
noble work to grace;
And lay it here, a corner stone.
sure, in proper place
Within this stone there lies conceal'd
What future ages may
The sacred truths to us reveal'd,
By Him who fell by
On Him, this corner stone we build,
To Him, this
And still, until this work's fulfill'd,
the workman's ways direct.
MUSIC - "Safely through another week."
Joy! the sacred Law is found,
Now the Temple stands
Gladly let us gather round,
Where the Pontiff holds his
Now he spreads the volume wide,
Opening forth its leaves to
And the monarch by his side,
Gazes on the bright display.
Joy! the secret vault is found;
Full the sunbeam falls
Pointing darkly under ground.
To the treasure we would
They have brought it forth to light,
And again it cheers the
All its leaves art purely bright,
Shining in their newest
This shall be the sacred mark,
Which shall guide us to the
Bearing, like a holy ark,
All the hearts who love to
This shall be the corner stone
Which the builders threw
But was found the only one
Fitted for the arch's stay.
MUSIC - Shirland.
Companions we have met,
And passed a peaceful hour;
may we ne'er forget,
But hope and pray for more.
Thro' this and every night,
Lordl, grant us - sweet repose;
aid us by thy holy light,
This Ioyal Arch to close.
As, when the weary trav'ler gains
The height of some commanding
His heart revives, if o'er the plains
He sees his home, though
So, when the Christian pilgrim views
By faith his mansion in the
The sight his fainting strength renews,
And wings his speed
to reach the prize.
The hope of heaven his spirit cheers;
No more he grieves for sorrows
Nor any future conflict fears,
So he may safe arrive at
O Lord, on thee our hopes we stay,
To lead us on to thine
Assur'd thy love will far o'erpay
The hardest labors of the
Words by BURNS. AIR - Bonny
ADIEU, a heart warm, fond adieu,
Ye brothers of our mystic
Ye favored and enlighten'd few,
Companions of my social
Though I to foreign lands must hie,
Pursuing fortune's slipp'ry
With melting heart and brimful eye,
I'll mind you still when
Oft have I met your social band,
To spend a cheerful festive
Oft honor'd with supreme command,
Presiding o'er the sons of
And by that hieroglyphic bright,
Which none but craftsmen ever
Strong mem'ry on my heart shall write,
Those happy scenes when
May freedom, harmony and love,
Cement you in the grand
Beneath th' Omniscient Eye above,
The glorious Architect
That you may keep th' unerring line,
Still guided by the
'Till order bright completely shine,
Shall be my
prayer when far awa'.
And you, farewell, whose merits claim
Justly that highest badge to
May heaven bless your noble name,
To Masonry and friendship
My last request permit me then,
When yearly you're assembled
One round, I ask it with a tear,
To him, your friend that's far
And you, kind-hearted sisters, fair,
I sing farewell to all your
Th' impression of your pleasing air
With rapture oft my
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
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