Masonic Monitor of the Degrees of Entered Apprentice, Fellow Craft and Master Mason: together with the Ceremony of Installation, Laying Corner Stones, Dedications, Masonic Burial, Etc.Thornburgh, George
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Masonic Monitor of the Degrees of Entered Apprentice, Fellow Craft and Master Mason: together with the Ceremony of Installation, Laying Corner Stones, Dedications, Masonic Burial, Etc.
Thornburgh, George
Freemasonry -- Rituals
S. W.: We are poor and needy. We are without gift or ransom.
J. W.: Be merciful unto us, O Lord, be merciful unto us; for we trust in
Thee. Our hope and salvation are in Thy patience. Where else can we look
for mercy?
M.: Let us endeavor to live the life of the righteous, that our last end
may be like his.
S. W.: The Lord is gracious and righteous; yea, our God is merciful.
J. W.: God is our God forever and ever; He will be our guide, even unto
death.
M.: Shall our brother's name and virtues be lost upon the earth forever?
Response: We will remember and cherish them in our hearts.
M.: I heard a voice from heaven, saying unto me: "Write from henceforth,
Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord! Even so, saith the Spirit; for
they rest from their labors."
Here the Master will take the Sacred Roll (a sheet of parchment or paper
prepared for the purpose), on which have been inscribed the name, age,
date of initiation or affiliation, date of death, and any matters that
may be interesting to the brethren, and shall read the same aloud, and
shall then say:
Almighty Father! in Thy hands we leave, with humble submission, the soul
of our departed brother.
Response; Amen! So mote it be.
The Masonic funeral honors should then be given once; the brethren to
respond:
The will of God is accomplished. Amen. So mote it be!
The Master should then deposit the Roll in the archives of the Lodge.
The following or some appropriate Hymn may be sung:
Ode--Air, Balerma. C. M.
Few are thy days, and full of woe,
O man, of woman born!
Thy doom is written, "Dust thou art,
And shalt to dust return."
Behold the emblem of thy state
In flowers that bloom and die;
Or in the shadow's fleeting form,
That mocks the gazer's eye.
Determined are the days that fly
Successive o'er thy head;
The number'd hour is on the wing,
That lays thee with the dead.
Great God! afflict not, in Thy wrath,
The short alloted span
That bounds the few and weary days
Of pilgrimage to man.
The Master or Chaplain will repeat the following or some other
appropriate Prayer:
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