SONG III. MASTER's SONG

I SING the Masons 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, T' improve themselves by lectures, In glorious Masonry. Hail 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, T' improve themselves by lectures, In glorious Masonry. Hail! glorious Masonry!

King Solomon, our patron, Transmitted this command, "The faithful and praiseworthy, True light must understand; And my descendants, also, Who're seated in the East, Have not fulfill'd their duty, 'Till light has reach'd the West."

Therefore, our highest pleasure At every Lodge, should be, T' improve ourselves by lectures, In glorious Masonry. Hail! glorious Masonry!

My duty and my station, As Master in the chair, Obliges me to summon Each Brother to prepare; That all may be enabled, By slow, though sure degrees, To answer in rotation, With honour and with ease.

Such are thy sons, whose pleasure At every Lodge will be, T' improve themselves by lectures, In glorious Masonry. Hail! glorious Masonry!