Royal Arch SONG

God caus'd great lights to shine, Moving in orbs divine, Which ever shall Banish all darkness quite, With such refulgent light, And from eternal night, Save ROYALS all.

SANCTUM SANCTORUM, Triangles—no more of 'em, Wisdom's reveal'd; Sublimest arts refin'd, Excellent arches bind! No flaw in heart or mind Shall be conceal'd.

Few in our numbers are, Therefore in royal chair, Honours abound; We will join hearts and hand, Whilst truth and virtue stand, None but the Royal band Shall circle round. We will, &c.