MASONIC SONGS. MOST EXCELLENT MASTER'S SONG. By Brother T. S. WEBB. To be sung when one is received into that degree. ALL hail to the morning That bids us rejoice; The sound of the gavel Shall hail us no more. To the Power Almighty, who ever has guided. Companions, assemble On this joyful day, Th' occasion is glorious, By the ANCIENT OF DAYS, Ceremonies. There's no more occasion for level or plumb-line, Now those that are worthy, Our toils who have shar'd, Their virtue and knowledge, Have our approbation, Have gain'd our good will. We accept and receive them most excellent mastere ALMIGHTY JEhovah, True pleasure in teaching Good will to mankind. Thy wisdom inspired the great institution, Its beauty shall rise, through the midst of the fire! MASTER'S SONG.-By Brother T. S. WEBB, [Tune-" Greenwich Pensioner."} I SING the mason's 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: CHOR. But only those whose pleasure, T'improve themselves by lectures, In glorious masonry. Hail! glorious masonry). The faithful, worthy brother 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; CHOR. These are thy sous, whose pleasure, T'improve themselves by lectures, In glorious masonry. King Solomon, our patron, Hail! glorious masonry 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." CHOR. Therefore, our highest pleasure, T'improve ourselves by lectures, In glorious masonry. Hail! glorious mason The duty and the station, Of master in the chair, Obliges him 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. CHOR. Such are thy sons, whose pleasure, At every lodge, will be, T'improve themselves by lectures, In glorious masonry. Hail! glorious masonry! SENIOR WARDEN'S SONG. By Brother T. S. WEBB. [Tune-" When the hollow drum doth beat to bed."] WHEN the Senior Warden, standing in the West,, We unite, whilst he recites The duties of a mason. On the level meet, On the square we part, Repeats each worthy brother. This rule in view, We thus renew Our friendship for each other. Chorus. When the Senior, &c. When our work is over, implements secure, Which makes them both love masons; And thus we may Enjoy each day, At home, and at our meetings; Our wives well pleas'd, Saluted with such greetings. Chorus. When the Senior, &c. JUNIOR WARDEN'S SONG. [Tune-" Faint and wearily, &c."] When the Junior Warden calls us from our labours, When the sun is at meridian height, Let us merrily unite most cheerily, To the feast repairing, All around joys resound, Each the pleasure sharing. Chorus. When the Junior Warden, &c. Mirth and jollity, without frivolity, To the feast repairing, All around joys resound, Each to the pleasure sharing. Chorus. Mirth and jollity, &c. Thus we ever may enjoy the pleasant inoments Giv'n unto us from the master's chair, Till the sun an hour has past meridian, And then each brother to his work repair. |