Sunday, June 24, 2018

Beautiful Stone of the Masonic Arch

By Rob Morris


If I were the Master Grand, 
If I were the King of Judah now, 
And of that sage Tyrian band 
Who wore the cockle shell on the brow, 
I'll tell you what I'd do: 
I'd choose my brightest Parian rock, 
No flaw or crevice in the block, 
And right above the ivory throne, 
I'd set the beautiful stone, 
The beautiful, beautiful stone.

I'd take from Lebanon the trees, 
The cedars fragrant, tall and fair, 
And hardened by the centuries. 
And them to the Mount I'd bear 
Hiram should them prepare. 
From Ophir's golden sands I'd drain 
The yellow, choice and glitt'ring grain, 
And these in mystic form should crown 
The white and beautiful stone, — 
The beautiful, beautiful stone.

Then unto every shrine I'd go, 
To every lorn and humble grave, 
And all the prayers and tears that flow 
From women meek, and manhood brave, 
And orphan lone, I'd have 
Prayers for sweet incense should arise, 
And holy tears for sacrifice 
I'm sure that God Himself would own 
And bless the beautiful stone, — 
The beautiful, beautiful stone.

This beautiful stone, its name should be 
Each loving Mason loves it well, 
'Tis writ in glory, — Charity, — 
Best word the earth can tell, 
Best word the heavens can tell 
Above the ivory throne so bright, — 
Were I the Master Grand to-night, 
Where God and man alike would own 
I'd set the beautiful stone, 
The beautiful, beautiful stone.

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