| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Let there be light! Th' Almighty spoke (fl) |
9-11 |
3 |
| Great Architect! Supreme, divine (fl) |
12 |
3 |
| Hail myster'ous, glor'ous science (fl) |
13-16 |
1 |
| How great is the pleasure (fl) |
17 |
1 |
| Offspring of Heav'n, mankind's best friend (fl) |
18 |
4 |
| When earth's foundation first was laid (fl) |
19-21 |
5 |
| Let masons ever live in love (fl) |
21 |
3 |
| Arise, and blow thy trumpet, Fame! (fl) |
22-24 |
4 |
| Let mason's fame resound (fl) |
25 |
4 |
| Hail! Masonry divine! (fl) |
26-27 |
3 |
| Hail; universal Lord! (fl) |
28 |
4 |
| When or'ent wisdom beam's serene (fl) |
29-31 |
5 |
| Glor'ous Art! Which fires the mind (fl) |
32-33 |
5 |
| Ah, who that never felt can know (fl) |
34-37 |
3 |
| Almighty Father! God of Love (fl) |
38-40 |
4 |
| Is there a heart that never lov'd (fl) |
41 |
2 |
| Hope thou nurse of young desire (fl) |
42-43 |
1 |
| What is life, what is life of love bereft (fl) |
44-48 |
1 |
| To our mystical art! (fl) |
49 |
1 |
| In times of old date when, as stories relate (fl) |
50-51 |
5 |
| Gather your roses while you may (fl) |
52-53 |
4 |
| And must we part forevermore? (fl) |
54-56 |
1 |
| Tis the last rose of summer (fl) |
57 |
3 |
| No, never shall my soul forget (fl) |
58-64 |
1 |
| Oh! Breathe not his name (fl) |
64-65 |
2 |
| Peace to thy gentle shade (fl) |
66-67 |
1 |
| Sweet is the mem'ry of the night (fl) |
68-69 |
5 |
| Sweet minstrel, who to mortal ears (fl) |
70-73 |
4 |
| Praise the grand master (fl) |
74-75 |
1 |
| Hail, to the day! When assembled in union (fl) |
76-78 |
4 |
| Let masonry from pole to pole (fl) |
78-80 |
2 |
| Humanity's soft gentle band unites us to each other (fl) |
81 |
2 |
| Mark Masters all appear before the chief o'erseer (fl) |
82-84 |
5 |
| God bless the worthy band (fl) |
84-85 |
5 |
| Rest, holy pilgrim, rest I pray (fl) |
86-88 |
1 |
| Wind gentle evergreen to form a shade (fl) |
89 |
1 |
| Hence forever, baneful sorrow (fl) |
90-92 |
1 |
| Sweet is the vale where innocence resides (fl) |
93-95 |
1 |
| Sweet is the lodge, where harmony resides (fl) |
95 |
1 |
| When the Deity's word through all chaos was heard (fl) |
96-97 |
4 |
| O, charity! Thou heav'nly grace (fl) |
98-100 |
3 |
| Thus happily met, united and free (fl) |
101 |
3 |
| Almighty Father! Heav'nly King (fl) |
102-103 |
2 |
| All hail to the morning, that bids us rejoice (fl) |
104-107 |
4 |
| On this world's foundation who their hopes would place (fl) |
108-110 |
1 |
| By shady woods and purling streams (fl) |
111 |
1 |
| Hail! Masonry thou art divine (fl) |
112-113 |
4 |
| When first a mason I was made (fl) |
114-115 |
4 |
| When quite a young spark was in the dark (fl) |
116-117 |
7 |
| Let each brother sincere, th' occasion revere (fl) |
118 |
5 |
| Genius of Masonry descent (fl) |
119 |
6 |
| Hail! Sacred art! By Heav'n design'd (fl) |
120-123 |
3 |
| To the Knight Templar's awful dome (fl) |
124-125 |
3 |
| Eagle wings the clouds impelling (fl) |
125-129 |
1 |
| Fidelity once had a fancy to rove (fl) |
130-131 |
8 |
| As poverty once, in a fit of despair (fl) |
132 |
6 |
| How blest is he, whose gen'rous soul (fl) |
133 |
5 |
| Adieu, a heart warm fond, adieu (fl) |
134-136 |
4 |
| Come hope, thou giver of endless smiles (fl) |
137-139 |
2 |
| To old Hiram in Heav'n, where he sat in full glee (fl) |
140-141 |
3 |
| Unto thee, great God! Belong mystic rites and sacred song (fl) |
142-143 |
8 |
| Master supreme, accept our praise (fl) |
144 |
4 |
| When friendship, love and truth abound (fl) |
145-147 |
3 |
| Come, come all noble souls, whose skill in musick's art (fl) |
148-149 |
1 |
| When chaos invested the face of the deep (fl) |
150-152 |
7 |
| Behold in a lodge we dear brethren are met (fl) |
153 |
6 |
| What joy, when brethren dwell combin'd (fl) |
154-156 |
2 |
| Grant me kind heav'n what I request (fl) |
157 |
4 |
| Hail, hail, fairest daughter of the sky (fl) |
158-163 |
1 |
| Great source of light and love (fl) |
164-165 |
4 |
| Blest be the tie, that binds (fl) |
166 |
6 |
| Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb (fl) |
167-169 |
4 |
| Few are our days, those few we dream away (fl) |
170-171 |
3 |
| Guide me, O, thou great Jehovah (fl) |
172-173 |
3 |
| Solemn sounds the fun'ral chime (fl) |
174-175 |
5 |
| Let there be light, the first command (fl) |
176-177 |
5 |
| Father of our feeble race (fl) |
178-181 |
3 |
| Glory to God on high! Let earth and skies reply (fl) |
182-184 |
6 |
| Hail, mystic light! Whose holy flame (fl) |
185 |
5 |
| E'er this vast world was made (fl) |
186-187 |
7 |
| Come let us prepare, we brothers that are (fl) |
188-189 |
6 |
| Blow, warder, blow thy sounding horn (fl) |
190-199 |
1 |
| Divine Cecelia, Goddess, heav'nly maid (fl) |
200 |
1 |
| Ah! Why should the heart be depress'd (fl) |
202-203 |
5 |
| Hark! The Hiram sounds to close (fl) |
204 |
1 |