A COLLECTION OF MASONIC SONGS, ODES, &c, SONG V

Arise and sound thy trumpet, Fame, Free Masonry aloud proclaim, To realms and worlds unknown, Tell them 'tis this, great David's son, The wise, the matchless Solomon, Priz'd far above his throne.

Those losty temples, cloud-cap'd towers, Those stately domes are works of ours, By us those piles were rais'd; Then let mankind with songs advance, And thro' th' etherial vast expanse, Let Masonry be prais'd.

We help the poor in time of need, The naked clothe, the hungry feed, 'Tis our foundation stone, We build upon the noblest plan, While friendship rivets man to man, Uniting all in one.

Sweet harmony our order grace, Here friendship smiles in every face, Cementing all in love, Obedient to our Master Grand, Obedience was the first command, That came from heaven above.

Thy trumpet, Fame, yet louder blow, And let the distant regions know, Free Masonry is this: Almighty wisdom gave it birth, While heaven fix'd it here on earth, A type of future bliss.