Performed at every Meeting of the Grand Chapter of HARODIM.
Written by Brother NOORTHOUCK.
Set to Music by Companion WEBBE.
Sung by Companions WEBBE, GORE, and PAGE.
ORDER is Heaven's first law;' through boundless space
Unnumber'd orbs roll round their destin'd race;
On earth, as strict arrangements still appear,
Suiting the varying seasons of the year,
Beneficence divine presents to view
Its plenteous gifts to man, in order true;
But chief a mind, these blessings to improve,
By arts, by science, by fraternal love,
When men exalt their views to Heaven's high will,
With steady aim their duty to fulfil,
The mind expands, its strength appears,
Growing with their growing years,
Mounting the apex of Masonic skill.
Be this the earnest purpose of our lives;
Success must crown the man who nobly strives!
Loud let us raise our swelling strains,
And Harodim proclaim,
Of excellence the name;
Good-will to all, love to each other,
The due of every skilful Brother
Who worthily our ancient lore maintains.
Indulgence in pleasure
By prudence we measure;
And cheerfully parting, exchange an adieu,
Till we meet with fresh ardour our tasks to renew.
Performed at Coach-makers' Hall. Written by MR. BROWN · Set to Music by MR. REMY.
WHEN first the golden morn aloft,
With maiden breezes whisp'ring soft,
Sprung from the east with rosy wing,
To kiss the heav'nly first-born spring;
Jehovah then, from hallow'd earth,
Gave Masonry immortal birth.
"Twas then the new creation rung,
And thus the host of Heaven sung:
Ten thousand orbial beauties bright,
Which long confus'd in chaos lay,
Thou brought'st them forth to give delight,
And make the face of Heaven gay.
'Twas thus the Heavens in concert rung,
While Nature kind from chaos sprung,
Brought forth her tender infant green,
And flowery sweets, to deck the scene:
To finish then the artist's plan,
Of purest mould he form'd the man,
Then gave him an immortal soul,
And bid him live, and rule the whole;
While angels, from their golden shrine,
Sung with angelic strains divine:
Happy, happy mortals, rise,
Taste with us immortal joys,
Blooming on yon sacred tree,
Planted by the Deity;
The hallow'd fruit is Masonry.
Far beyond the pregnant sky,
There the hopes of Masons lie;
Masons' happy choice above,
Masons every blessing prove,
Friendship, harmony, and love.
As perfect love and power divine
First gave our science birth,
So Friendship shall our hearts entwine,
And harmonize the earth;
Behold the virgin hither flies,
To crown us with her blissful joys.
Blooming as fair Eden's bower,
Friendship, goddess heavenly bright,
Dropping in a balmy shower,
Breathing concord and delight;
Each Mason feels the sacred fire
Glow with ardour in his heart;
The flame inspires him with desire,
To relieve each other's smart.
From Heaven since such blessings flow
Let every Mason while below
Our noble science here improve:
"Twill raise his soul to realms above,
And make his lodge-a lodge of love.
BY MR. THOMAS DERMODY.
THOU fairest type of Excellence divine,
Whose social links the race of man combine,
Whose awful mandates coward Vice controul,
And breathe through Nature one enlighten'd soul;
From thy mild sway benignant virtues rise,
Pour on the heart, and emulate the skies;
From thy sage voice sublime Instruction springs,
While Knowledge waves her many-colour'd wings
And star-ey'd Truth, and Conscience, holy zest,
Enthron'd true feeling in the glowing breast.
Then deign the labour of thy Sons to guide,
O'er each full line in nervous sense preside,
Adorn each verse, each manly thought inflame,
And what we gain from Genius give to Fame!
BY MR. WILLIAM WALKER.
STRIKE to melodious notes the golden lyre!
Spread wide to all around the ardent flame,
Till each rapt bosom catch the sacred fire,
And join the glorious theme!
"Tis Masonry,
The Art sublimely free,
Where Majesty has bow'd, and own'd a Brother's name!
Through ample domes wide let the chorus roll,
Responsive to the ardour of the soul,
Hail! inspiring Masonry !
To thy shrine do myriads bend;
Yet more glorious shalt thou be,
Till o'er the world thy pow'r extend.
Still to the sons of Earth thy light dispense,
And all shall own thy sacred influence,
Though Genius fires, yet faint his rays appear,
Till thy mysterious lore the soul refine;
"Tis thou to noblest heights his thoughts must rear,
And make them doubly shine.
O, Masonry!
Thou Art sublimely free!
'Tis thou exalt'st the man, and make'st him half divine.
Ye Masons, favour'd men, your voices raise!
You speak your glory while you sing its praise.
Hail! inspiring Masonry, &c.
Blest be the man, and blest he is, who bears
With virtuous pride a Mason's sacred name;
And may each Brother, who the blessing shares,
Enrich the list of Fame.
Blest Masonry!
Thou Art sublimely free!
Heav'n bids thy happy sons, and they thy worth proclaim With loud assent! their cheerful voices raise,
Their great, immortal Masonry to praise.
Hail! inspiring Masonry, &c.
The tower sky-pointing, and the dome sublime,
Rais'd by the mystic rules and forming power,
Shall long withstand the iron tooth of time,
Yet still their fall is sure:
But Masonry,
The Art sublimely free,
Founded by God himself, thro' time shall firm endure. Still shall its sons their grateful voices raise,
And joyful sound their Great Grand Master's praise. At thy shrine, O Masonry !
Shall admiring nations bend;
In future times thy sons shall see
Thy fame from pole to pole extend.
To worlds unknown thy heav'n-born light dispense, And systems own thy sacred influence.
WAKE the lute and quiv'ring strings,
Mystic truths Urania brings;
Friendly visitant, to thee
We owe the depths of Masonry;
Fairest of the virgin choir,
Warbling to the golden lyre,
Welcome; here thy art prevail!
Hail! divine Urania, hail!
Here in Friendship's sacred bower,
The downy-wing'd and smiling hour,
Mirth invites, and social song,
Nameless mysteries among:
Crown the bowl and fill the glass,
To every virtue, every grace,
To the Brotherhood resound
Health, and let it thrice go round.
We restore the times of old,
The blooming glorious age of gold;
As the new creation free,
Blest with gay Euphrosyne;
We with godlike Science talk,
And with fair Astræa walk;
Innocence adorns the day,
Brighter than the smiles of May.
Pour the rosy wine again,
Wake a brisker, louder strain;
Rapid zephyrs, as ye fly,
Waft our voices to the sky;
While we celebrate the Nine,
And the wonders of the Trine,
While the angels sing above,
As we below, of peace and love.
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