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

Ye Masons look around, and hark to the sound, To none but the worthy tis known; 'Tis not ev'ry he, who says I am free, Deserves to be reckoned as one.

When I enter'd the road, dressed alamode, My gold it most brilliantly shone, More clothes I put on by the help of friend John, Who freely disposed of his own.

When deeper I sought, arose a fresh thought, Of the glorious thing I did see, A jewel most bright appear'd to my sight, A rock and foundation to me.

I'm sure it is true, call me Christian or Jew, Its rays I beheld in the East; From whence the wise came to honour and fame. Declaring the Author of Peace.

Be every Lodge-Night conducted upright, Abide by the things that are pure; No evil take in, choose virtue, quit sin, Then shall the Lodge ever endure.

What a glorious sound encircles us round, When once form'd, the method to peace; No afflictions near, no griefs interfere, To lessen those measures of bliss.

O ye Angels above, unite us in love, Proclaim thro' the world Masonry; Our actions shine bright as we come to the light, When enter'd and once are made free.