Corn, Wine, Oil

They come from many a pleasant home
To do the Ancient Work they come,
With cheerful hearts and light
They leave the world without, apace,
And gathering here in secret place,
They spend the social night
They earn the meed of honest toil,
Wages of Corn, and Wine, and Oil.

Upon the sacred Altar lies,
Ah, many a precious sacrifice
Made by these working men:
The passions curbed, the lusts restrained,
And hands with human gore unstained,
And hearts from envy clean
They earn the meed of honest toil,
Wages of Corn, and Wine, and Oil.

They do the deeds Their Master did
The naked clothe, the hungry feed
They warm the shivering poor
They wipe from fevered eyes the tear
A Brother's joys and griefs they share,
As One has done before
They earn the meed of honest toil,
Wages of Corn, and Wine, and Oil.

Show them how Masons, Masons know,
The land of strangers journeying through
Show them how Masons love,
And let admiring spirits see
How reaches Masons' charity
From earth to Heaven above
Give them the meed of honest toil,
Wages of Corn, and Wine, and Oil.

Then will each Brother's tongue declare
How bounteous his wages are,
And Peace will reign within
Your walls with skillful hands will grow,
And coming generations know
Your Temple is Divine
Then give the meed of honest toil,
Wages of Corn, and Wine, and Oil.

Yes, pay these men their just desert,
Let none dissatisfied depart,
But give them full reward
Give Light, that longing eyes may see
Give Truth, that doth from error free:
Give them to know the Lord!
Give them the meed of honest toil,
Wages of Corn, and Wine, and Oil.