We Masons walk along a road Narrow and rugged, straight and rough, But waymarks are laid down by God, Whose discipline and rules afford Guidance upon the road enough.
At every step we're called to warn Some halting, erring, fainting friend Some pilgrim from the road will turn In paths forbidden slow to learn What sufferings such sins attend.
The poisonous cup allures the most, Alas, what havoc has it made! What noble hearts therein are lost! But few retrace of all the host Who in this dangerous path have strayed.
The lust of flesh, the speech profane, The tattling tongue, the thievish hand, The greed that craves unholy gain, And Sabbath breach and murder stain, Alas, the errings of our band!
At every step we're called to aid The fallen of misfortune's host The sick, in withering bondage laid, The mourner, sorrowing by his dead, The aged, destitute and lost.
Each waymark set by Hand Divine Yet points unerring to the end, And we who seek life's crown to win Must shun the glittering lures of Sin, And the sure voice of Gob attend.
Our Master thus we'll represent He walked in innocence life's road To humbleness strange beauty lent, In deeds of ceaseless mercy bent And gave to man the grace of God!
Departing to His Lodge above Thus to our willing hearts he said Your faith by deeds of mercy prove, Live in full exercise of love, And I will raise you from the dead!
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