One and all hear the call, All around gavels sound, Each the labour sharing. Chorus. Thus we ever may, &c. SENIOR WARDEN'S TOAST. FREEMASONS all, Attend the call; 'Tis by command You all are waru'd, To fill up a bumper and keep it at hand, From whom we all came; And call her "Of masons the mother" And often they fill'd with the liquor divine, "Twas on these joyful occasions, All charged stood firm to their stations, From whom we all came, Repeating, "The mother of masons.” CHORUS. The stewards have laid, &c. Be all prepar'd, Each motion squar'd, And at the nod, With one accord, In strictect rotation we'll pass round the word, And fill to the dame From whom we all came, "The mother of masons," the lady. CHORUS. The stewards have laid, &c. PAST MASTER'S SONG. [Tune-Rule Britannia.] WHEN earth's foundation first was laid, By the Almighty Artist's hand, 'Twas then our perfect, our perfect laws were made, Establish'd by his strict command. CHORUS. Hail, mysterious-hail, glorious Masonry! That makes us ever great and free. In vain mankind for shelter sought, Illustrious hence we date our Art, Which shall to endless, to endless time impart, Nor we less fam'd for every tie, By which the human thought is bound ; Love, truth, and friendship, and friendship socially, Join all our hearts and hands around. Our actions still by virtue blest, And to our precepts ever true, The world admiring, admiring shall request ANTHEM. "LET there be light!" the Almighty spoke, Refulgent streams from chaos broke, To illume the rising earth! Well pleas'd the Great Jehovah stood; The Power Supreme pronounc'd it good, the planets birth! And gave In choral numbers Masons join, To bless and praise this light divine. Parent of light accept our praise! ! Who shedd'st on us thy brightest rays, The light that fills the mind: By choice selected, lo! we stand, In choral numbers, &c. The widow's tear, the orphan's cry, The naked clothe, the pris'ner free; In choral numbers, &c. Repe |