MASONIC SONGS

THE MASTERS SONG

 
 
 Master's Song
 
 
 This world is so hard and so stony;

That if a man is to get through,
 
He'd need have the courage of Nelson,

And plenty of Job's patience too.

But a man who is kind to another

And cheerfully helps him along,

God Bless such a man and a brother,

And here's to his health in a song.
 
 
And here's to his health, here's to his health

And here’s to his health in a song.

And here's to his health, here's to his health

And here's to his health in a song.

This life is as cheerless as Winter,

To those who are cold in the heart;

but a man who is warm in his nature,

Bids Winter for ever depart

The ground that he treads on will blossom,

`Till beauty around him shall throng;

God Bless such a man and a brother,

And here's to his health in a song.

 

And here's to his health; here's to his health

And here's to his health in a song.

As clouds that in sunshine are open,

And silvered by light passing through;

So men who are generous in spirit,

Are blessed by the good deeds they do;

There's nothing like helping another

For getting one's own self along;

Who does this is truly a brother.

And here’s to his health in a song.

And here's to his health; here's to his health

And here’s to his health in a song.
 

For these and all Thy mercies given,

We bless and praise Thy Name, O Lord;
May we receive them with thanksgiving,
Ever trusting in Thy word.
To Thee alone be honour, glory,
Now and henseforth for evermore.
So mote it be.

GRACE

Opening Ode

Hail! Eternal! by whose aid
All created things were made;
Heaven and earth Thy vast design;
Hear us, Architect Divine!

May our work begun in Thee,
Ever blest with order be;
And may we when labours cease,
Part in harmony and peace.

By Thy Glorious Majesty-
By the trust we place in Thee-
By the badge and mystic sign-
Hear us! Architect Divine!

So mote it be

ETERNAL FATHER, STRONG TO SAVE

Eternal Father, strong to save,
Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,
Who bidd'st the mighty ocean deep,
Its own appointed limits keep;
O hear us when we cry to Thee,
For those in peril on the sea.

Great Archetect of love and power,
Our brethern shield in danger's hour;
From rock and tempest, fire & foe,
Protect them wheresoe'er they go;
Thus evermore shall rise to Thee,
Glad hymns of praise from land and sea.

So mote it be

Closing Ode

Now the evening shadows closing.
Warn from toil to peaceful rest;
Mystic arts and rights reposing
Sacred in each faithful breast.

God of Light, whose love unceasing
Doth to all Thy works extend,
Crown our Order with Thy blessing,
Build,-sustain us to the end.

Humbly now we bow before Thee,
Grateful for Thy aid divine;
Everlasting power and glory,
Mighty Architect! be Thine.

So mote it be
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