54 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, Have our approbation, Have gain'd our good will. We accept and receive them most excellent masters, 1 M R ALMIGHTY JEHOVAH, Descend now, and fill This lodge with thy glory, Our hearts with good will! Preside at our meetings, Assist us to find Good will to mankind. wisdom inspired the great institution, strength shall support it, till nature expire; Nhen the creation shall fall into ruin, beauty shall rise, through the midst of the fire! 1. 2 9 Ches MASTER'S SONG. RY BROTHER T. S. WEBB. 11 St. TUNE- Greenwich Pensioner."] 19 St. ( 21 SionING the mason's glory, 22 Solo Whose prying mind doth burn, town and, Our mysteries to learn; Not those who visit lodges To eat and drink their fill, Hear lectures 'gainst their will: Ghor. But only those whose pleasure, T'improve themselves by lectures, Hail! glorious masonry The faithful, worthy brother, Whose heart can feel for grief, Whose bosom with compassion Chor. These are thy sons, whose pleasure, T'improve themselves by lectures In glorious masonry. ! Hail! glorious masonry! King Solomon, our patron, Transmitted this command "The faithful and praise-worthy 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, all! glorious masonry! The duty and the station, Obliges him to summon Each brother to prepare ; 56 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, 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, On the level meet, On the square we part, Repeats each worthy brother. This rule in view, We thus renew Chorus. When the Senior, &c. Our friendship for each other. 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; nd thus we may h day, Enjoy tack 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, To the feast repairing, All around joys resound, Each the pleasure sharing. Chorus. When the Junior Warden, &e. Mirth and jollity, without frivolity, Pervade our meetings at the festive board; To the feast repairing, All around joys resound, Each the pleasure sharing. Chorus. Mirth and jollity, &c. Thus we ever may enjoy the pleasant moments From the feast repairing, All around gavels sound, Each the labour sharing. Chorus. Thus we ever may, &c. SENIOR WARDEN'S TOAST. FREEMASONS all 'Tis by command You are all warn'd To fill up a bumper and keep it at hand, From whom we all came; And call her Of masons the mother."? Chor. The stewards have laid foundations, To prove that we love our relations, By toasting the dame From whom we all came; We'll call her "The mother of masons." In days of yore Of mirth the sign, And often they fill'd with the liquor divine, To drink to "The mother of masons." 'Twas on these joyful occasions, All charged stood firm to their stations, From whom we all came, Be all prépar❜d, Each motion squar'd, And at the nod, With one accord, In strictest rotation we'll pass round the word, And fill to the dame From whom we all came, "The mother of masons," the lady. Chor. The stewards have laid, &e. |