Let there be light, th’ Almighty spoke—
Refulgent streams from chaos broke
T’ ilume the rising earth;
Well pleased the Great Jehovah stood—
The Power Supreme pronounced it good,
And gave the planets birth.
In choral numbers, Masons, join,
To bless and praise this Light divine!


Parent of Light, accept our praise,
Who shed’st on us thy brightest rays,
The light that fills the mind!
By choice selected, lo! we stand,
By friendship joined, a social band,
That love to aid mankind!
In choral numbers, Masons, join,
To bless and praise this Light divine!


The widow’s tear, the orphan’s cry,
All wants our ready hands supply,
As far as power is given;
The naked clothe, the prisoner free—
These are thy works, sweet Charity,
Revealed to us from heaven.
In choral numbers, Masons, join,
To bless and praise this Light divine!

THOMAS SMITH WEBB