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 temple's completed,
Exalt high each voice;
The cape-stone is finish'd,
Our labour is o'er;

The sound of the gavel

Shall hail us no more.

To the Power Almighty, who ever has guided.
The tribes of old Israel, exalting their fame;
To him who hath govern'd our hearts undivided,
Let's send forth our voices, to praise his great name.

Companions, assemble

On this joyful day,

Th' occasion is glorious,
The key-stone to lay;
Fulfill'd is the promise,

By the ANCIENT OF DAYS,
To bring forth the cape-stone,
With shouting aud praise.

Ceremonies.

There's no more occasion for level or plumb-line,
For trowel or gavel, for compass or square;
Our works are completed, the ark safely seated,
And we shall be greeted as workmen most rare.

Now those that are worthy,

Our toils who have shar'd,
And prov'd themselves faithful,
Shall meet their reward.

Their virtue and knowledge,
Industry and skill,

Have our approbation,

Have gain'd our good will.

We accept and receive them most excellent mastere
Invested with honours, and power to preside;
Amongst worthy craftsmen, wherever assembled,
The knowledge of masons to spread far and wide,

ALMIGHTY JEhovah,
Descend now, and fill
This lodge with thy glory,
Our hearts with good will
Preside at our meetings,
Assist us to find

True pleasure in teaching

Good will to mankind.

Thy wisdom inspired the great institution,
Thy strength shall support it, till nature expire;
And when the creation shall fall into ruin,

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,
At every lodge, can be,

T'improve themselves by lectures,

In glorious masonry.

Hail! glorious masonry).

The faithful, worthy brother
Whose heart can feel for grief,

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,
At every lodge, will be,

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,
At every lodge, should be,

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,,
Calls us from our labours to partake of rest,

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,
Each returning homeward, with intentions pure,
Our wives we kiss, give sweethearts bliss,

Which makes them both love masons;

And thus we may

Enjoy each day,

At home, and at our meetings;
Our sweethearts eas'd,

Our wives well pleas'd,

Saluted with such greetings.

Chorus. When the Senior, &c.

JUNIOR WARDEN'S SONG.
By Brother T. S. WEBB.

[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,
With social harmony new joys invite.
One and all, at his call,

To the feast repairing,

All around joys resound,

Each the pleasure sharing.

Chorus. When the Junior Warden, &c.

Mirth and jollity, without frivolity,
Pervade our meetings at the festive board;
Justice, temperance and prudence govern us,
There's nought but harmony amongst us heard.
One and all, at the call,

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.