Masonic Songs, Song IV

Unite, unite, your voices raise; Loud, loudly sing Free-Masons' praise: Spread far and wide their spotless fame, And glory in the sacred name.

Behold, behold the upright band, In Virtue's paths go hand in hand; They speak no ill, they do no wrong, And Truth is seated on their tongue.

How just, how just, are all their ways, Superior far to common praise; Their worth description far exceeds, For matchless are Free-Masons' deeds.

Go on, go on, ye just and true, Still, still the same bright paths pursue; Th' admiring world shall on you gaze, And Friendship's altar ever blaze.

Begone, begone, fly Discord hence, With Party Rage and Insolence: Sweet Peace shall bless this happy band. And Freedom smile throughout the land.