Songs, Song

Let Masons fame resound Thro' all the nations round, From pole to pole: See what felicity, Harmless simplicity, Like electricity, Runs through the whole.

Such sweet variety Ne'er had society Ever before: Faith, hope, and charity, Love and sincerity, Without temerity, Charm more and more.

When in the Lodge we're met, And in due order set, Happy are we: Our works are glorious, Deeds meritorious, Never censorious, But great and free.

When Folly's sons arise, Masonry to despise, Scorn all their spite; Laugh at their ignorance, Pity their want of sense, Ne'er let them give offence, Firmer unite.

Masons have long been free, And may they ever be Great as of yore: For many ages past, Masonry has stood fast, And may its glory last Till time's no more.