So Mote It Be
By Rob Morris
So mote it be with us when life shall end,
And from the East the Lord Of Light shall bend
And we, our six days' labor fully done,
Shall claim our wages at the Master's throne.
So mote it be with us that when the Square,
That perfect implement, with heavenly care,
Shall be applied to every block we bring,
No fault shall see our Master and our King.
So mote it be with us that though our days
Have yielded little to the Master's praise,
The little we have builded may be proved
To have the marks our first Grand Master loved!
So mote it be with us we are but weak
Our days are few our trials who can speak?
But sweet is our communion while we live,
And rich rewards the Master deigns to give.
Let's toil, then, cheerfully, let's die in hope
The Wall in wondrous grandeur riseth up
They who come after shall the work complete,
And they and we receive the wages meet.
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