Prince of Wales Lodge No 4845

Consecrated 23rd September 1926

Opening Ode

Hail Eternal! by whose aid

All created things were made;

Heav'n 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.

Closing Ode

Now the evening shadows closing,

Warn from toil to peaceful rest,

Mystic arts and rites 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.



    Among our ancient mountains,  

   And from our lovely vales,

   Oh! Let the prayer re-echo

   God bless the Prince of Wales


With heart and voice awaken

Those minstrel strains of yore,   

''Till Englands name and glory

Resound from shore to shore.


Among our ancient mountains

And from our lovely vales,

Oh! Let the prayer re-echo

God bless the Prince of Wales 

George Linley 1863


Presentation Hymn

Tune - "The Church's one Foundation.")

Stand forth O Worthy Craftsmen

In order's fair array;

Stand forth with strains of gladness

To greet our festal day.

Praise we the Great Creator

Our hearts and voices raise,

His gates with songs to enter

And tread his courts with praise.


Here joined in Holy Union

Assembling year by year

With one accord to serve Him,

We in the Lodge appear.

So with a joyful anthem

Our praises shall unite

May this our humble service

Be pleasing in his sight.


So Mote It Be

The Entered Apprentice's Song

This old song (with its proper tune) is ascribed to Dr. Anderson, in the first Edition of the Constitution Book (1723), to "Our late Brother, Mr. Mathew Birkhead, deceased. To be sung when all grave business is over, and with the Master's leave."

(Sing seated until last verse)

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 devine

The Word or the Sign

Of a Free and an Accepted Mason


‘Tis this and ‘Tis that

They cannot tell what

Why 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


(all stand and sing last verse, remain standing)


Antiquity's pride

We have on our side

And maketh men just in their station.

There's nought but what's good

To be understood

By a Free and an Accepted Mason.





Absent Brethren

 Architect in Thy great mercy

Hear our evening prayer,

Keep our loved ones, now far absent

'Neath Thy care.


When in sorrow, when in danger,

When in lonliness

In Thy Love look down and comfort

Their distress.


Thou who art supreme in power

Over land and sea

Bless them, save them, guide them, keep them

Near to Thee.


So Mote It Be.


Tubal Cain lived in the days before the flood. He was "an instructor of every artificer in brass and iron." That means that he was the first man to work in metals as a smith does. You may read of him in the fourth chapter of Genesis verse 22.

Tubal Cain

Old Tubal Cain was a man of might

In the days when the Earth was young;  By the fierce red light of his furnace bright,

The strokes of his hammer rung;  And he lifted high his brawny hand

On the iron glowing clear, ‘Till the sparks rushed out in scarlet showers,

As he fashioned the sword and spear. And he sang, "Hurra for my handiwork!

Hurra for the spear and sword ! Hurra for the hand that shall wield them well!

For he shall be king and lord."


To Tubal Cain came many a one,

As he wrought by his roaring fire, And each one prayed for a strong steel blade,

As the crown of his desire;

And he made them weapons, sharp and strong,

Till they shouted loud for glee, And gave him gifts of pearl and gold,

And spoils of forest free. And they sang, "Hurra for Tubal Cain,

Who hath given us strength anew! Hurra for the smith ! hurra for the fire!

And hurra for the metal true !"


But a sudden change came o'er his heart

Ere the setting of the sun, And Tubal Cain was filled with pain

For the evil he had done. He saw that men, with rage and hate,

Made war upon their kind; That the land was red with the blood they shed

In their lust for carnage, blind. And he said, "Alas! that ever I made,

Or that skill of mine should plan, The spear and the sword for men whose joy

Is to slay their fellow-man!"


And, for many a day, old Tubal Cain

Sat brooding o'er his woe; And his hand forbore to smite the ore,

And his furnace smouldered low; But he rose, at last, with a cheerful face,

And a bright, courageous eye, And bared his strong right arm for work,

While the quick flames mounted high; And he sang, "Hurra for my handicraft!"

And the red sparks lit the air. - "Not alone for the blade was the bright steel made," -

And he fashioned the first ploughshare.


And men, taught wisdom from the past,

In friendship joined their hands, Hung the sword in the hall, the spear on the wall,

And ploughed the willing lands; And sang, "Hurra for Tubal Cain!

Our stanch good friend is he; And, for the ploughshare and the plough,

To him our praise shall be. But, while oppression lifts its head,

Or a tyrant would be lord,

Though we may thank him for the Plough,

We'll not forget the Sword."

Charles Mackay 1854 August

Charles Mackay (27 March 1814 – 24 December 1889) was a Scottish poet, journalist, and song writer. Died in London burial place unknown.