| 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 |