The Master's Song.

Members of an order

Ancient as the earth;

All within our border

Realize its worth.

Genial is the greeting

That awaits us there,

On the level meeting,

Parting on the square.

Like the workmen olden,

Who our craft designed,

We the precept golden

Ever bear in mind.

Masons never falter,

We each other know,

As around the altar

Hand in hand we go;

Loud hosannas singing

To our Source above,

And heart-offerings bringing

To the God of Love.

Like the workmen olden,

Who our craft designed,

We the precept golden

Ever bear in mind.

There's a mystic beauty

In our working plan,

Teaching man his duty

To his fellow man:

As a band of brothers,

Ever just and true,

Do we unto others

As we'd have them do.

Like the workmen olden,

Who our craft designed,

We the precept golden

Ever bear in mind.