Closing Ode

Now the Evening shadows closing,
Worn from toil to peaceful rest;
Mystic arts and rights 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 of Thine aid Divine:
Everlasting power and glory,
Mighty Architect! Be Thine

So mote it!