Download the Opening Ode

Hail Eternal ! By whose aid
All created things were made;
Heav'n 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.

Download the Closing Ode

Now the evening shadows closing,
Worn 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

Download the Masters Song

1.
This world is so hard and so stony
That if a man is to get through;
He 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.

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

2.
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 forever 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, and here's to his health,
And here's to his health in a song.

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

3.
As clouds that the 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, and here's to his health,
And here's to his health in a song.

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

Come let us prepare,
We Brothers that are
Here met on this happy occasion.
We’ll quaff and we’ll sing,
Be he peasant or King.
Here's health to an Accepted Mason.

The world tries in vain
Our secrets to gain,
And still let them wonder and gaze on;
They ne'er can divine
a word or a sign
Of a Free and an Accepted Mason.

'Tis this, and 'tis that,
They cannot tell what,
Why the great men of every nation
Should aprons put on,
And make themselves one
With a Free and an Accepted Mason.

Great Kings, Dukes and Lords
Have laid by their swords
Our myst'ry to put a good Grace on:
And ne'er been ashamed
To hear themselves named
With a Free and an Accepted Mason.

Antiquity's pride
We have on our side,
And it maketh men just in their station;
There's nought but what's good
To be understood
By a Free and an Accepted Mason.

Then join Hand in Hand,
To each other firm stand;
Let's be merry and put a bright face on;
No Order can boast
So Noble a Toast
As a Free and an Accepted Mason.