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National Saxon Masonic Hymn.
NATIONAL SAXON MASONIC HYMN .
THE LAST LODGE . WHEN the last of the stars , dimly flashing , Sees Old Time to its end hasten on ; When planets to ruin are dashing , Ancl the sun ' s light is pallid and wan :
Through the halls where the Masons are founding Their Temple majestic and grand , Shall be heard that last cry , loudly sounding : "Haste , Brothers , the morn is at hand ! "
East and west , north and south , through all nations , Tho work at that call shall have ceased , And the Brethren , observing their stations , Shall look in calm faith to the east : Joining hands over valleys and highlands , Where each stands , in the land of his birth , Shall be seen , o ' er all firm land and islands , But One Lodge on the face of the earth .
To the Master s stern voice , loudly crying , " Have the Masons obeyed My commands ? " Comes the voice of the Craftsmen , replying" Look with grace on the work of our hands In our feeble and poor earthly fashion , We have sought to hew out the rough stone ; Let the depth of eternal compassion For the faults of our labour atone ! "
" What ' s the hour ! " cries the voice of the Master ; They answer , " Low Twelve ; but behold , The rays of Thy morning come faster , To our eyes all its glories unfold ! " At His nod see the veils rent asunder , And while earth sinks to chaos and night , 'Mid loud peals of the echoing thunder
Shall the Brethren be brought to Pure Light . K . R . H . M . 2 c
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
National Saxon Masonic Hymn.
NATIONAL SAXON MASONIC HYMN .
THE LAST LODGE . WHEN the last of the stars , dimly flashing , Sees Old Time to its end hasten on ; When planets to ruin are dashing , Ancl the sun ' s light is pallid and wan :
Through the halls where the Masons are founding Their Temple majestic and grand , Shall be heard that last cry , loudly sounding : "Haste , Brothers , the morn is at hand ! "
East and west , north and south , through all nations , Tho work at that call shall have ceased , And the Brethren , observing their stations , Shall look in calm faith to the east : Joining hands over valleys and highlands , Where each stands , in the land of his birth , Shall be seen , o ' er all firm land and islands , But One Lodge on the face of the earth .
To the Master s stern voice , loudly crying , " Have the Masons obeyed My commands ? " Comes the voice of the Craftsmen , replying" Look with grace on the work of our hands In our feeble and poor earthly fashion , We have sought to hew out the rough stone ; Let the depth of eternal compassion For the faults of our labour atone ! "
" What ' s the hour ! " cries the voice of the Master ; They answer , " Low Twelve ; but behold , The rays of Thy morning come faster , To our eyes all its glories unfold ! " At His nod see the veils rent asunder , And while earth sinks to chaos and night , 'Mid loud peals of the echoing thunder
Shall the Brethren be brought to Pure Light . K . R . H . M . 2 c