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Opening Ode - Province of Essex

Hail! Eternal! by whose aid

All created things were made;

Heaven 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.

Opening Ode - Province of Essex

Now the evening shadows closing.

Warn 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.

Most Lodges in Essex only sing the first 2 verses

 Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;

The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide;

When other helpers fail and comforts flee,

Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me.

 

Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;

Earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away;

Change and decay in all around I see—

O Thou who changest not, abide with me.

I need Thy presence every passing hour;

What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s pow’r?

Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?

Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.

 

I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;

Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness;

Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory?

I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

 

Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;

Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies;

Heav’n’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;

In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

For these and all Thy mercies given,

We bless and praise Thy Name, O Lord;

May we receive them with thanksgiving,

Ever trusting in Thy word.

To Thee alone be honour, glory,

Now and henceforth for evermore.

 

So mote it be

God save our gracious Queen!

Long live our noble Queen!

God save the Queen!

Send her victorious,

Happy and glorious,

Long to reign over us,

God save the Queen

This world is so hard and so stony;

That if a man is to get through,

He'd 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.

 

All sing Chorus:

And here's to his health, here's to his health

And here's to his health in a song.

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 for ever 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; here's to his health

And here's to his health in a song.

 

All sing Chorus

 

As clouds that in 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; here's to his health

And here`s to his health in a song.

 

All standing sing chorus

Come let us prepare,

We Brothers that are

Assembled on merry occasion:

Let's drink, laugh and sing,

Our wine has a Spring,

Here's health to an Accepted Mason.

 

The world is in pain

Our secrets to gain,

And still let them wonder and gaze on:

They ne'er can divine The Word or the Sign

Of a Free and an Accepted Mason.

 

'Tis this, and 'tis that.

They cannot tell what,

Why so many Great Men of the Nation:

Should aprons put on,

to 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.

 

We're true and sincere, And just to the Fair:

They'll trust us on any occasion:

No mortal can more

The Ladies adore

Than a Free and an Accepted Mason.

 

Then join Hand in Hand,

To each other firm stand;

Lets be merry, and put a bright face on:

What mortal can boast

So Noble a Toast

As a Free and an Accepted Mason.

 

CHORUS

No Mortal can boast

So Noble a Toast

As a Free and an Accepted Mason.

 

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