The Work

The gavel sounds and all is still: The Master speaks, proclaims his will:

Each one obeys, takes up his tools. Inspects the plan, consults the rules:

With trowel and level, plumb and square, Each stone is set exactly where The plan provides, the drawing shows And day by day the Temple grows:

The porch is finished, pillars placed; The strands of net-work interlaced; The chambers furnished, pavement laid, The sacred vessels all displayed:

The walls are standing straight and true; The roof is on, the labor through: The Master speaks, The work is done: The gavel sounds, God calls us home.

by Brother Montford C. Holley