MASTER MASON DEGREE 

SECOND SECTION

  Cast of Characters (in addition to officers):

WM King Solomon (Worshipful Master)

SW Senior Grand Warden (Senior Warden)

R #1 First Ruffian (Jubela)

R #2 Second Ruffian (Jubelo)

R #3 Third Ruffian (Jubelum)

FC #1 First Fellow Craft

FC #2 Second Fellow Craft

FC #3 Third Fellow Craft

S-F Sea-faring Man

W-F Way-faring Man

(When lodge reconvenes, the newly obligated Master

Mason has been adorned with the jewel of the Junior

Warden and placed in the Junior Warden’s station. He

has been given a scant set of instructions on what to do

when he is called upon by the Worshipful Master.)

WM: Brother Junior Warden, what is the hour?

(The Cand is confused by the question, so he has no

answer to give)

WM: Brother Junior Warden, what is the hour?

SW: (S) Worshipful Master, there appears to be a

stranger in the South.

WM: What! A stranger in the South! Brother Senior

Deacon, conduct the stranger to the East.

WM: My Brother, you have this evening been obligated

by the various solemn and weighty ties of a Master

Mason. Having voluntarily assumed this obligation,

you were brought to Light and instructed. You

have been taught to wear your apron as a Master

Mason, and are so wearing it among us at this

moment. Even our Working Tools, the

implements of Masonry have been explained to

you, and you have been exhorted to make a

proper use of the Trowel, the principal Working

Tool of this degree. All this would imply that you

are a Master Mason and qualified to travel and

work as one. Nay more, my Brother, I observe

upon your person a badge of office, the jewel of

the Junior Warden, one of the principal officers

of the Lodge, which all doubtless confirms you in

the belief that you are a Master Mason. Is it so?

Cand: (prompted, if necessary, answers in the

affirmative).

WM: However natural that assumption may be to you,

yet it is erroneous. You have not yet attained the

Sublime Degree of Master Mason. You are not

yet a Master Mason, so far as to enable you to

prove yourself one, or to travel and work as one;

nor do I know that you will ever become a Master

Mason. You have a way to travel over that is

extremely perilous. You will be beset with danger

of many kinds, and may perhaps meet with death,

as did once befall an eminent Brother of this

degree. But your trust is in God and your faith is

well founded. Before setting out, therefore, upon

such a serious enterprise as this, you will repair

to the Altar for the purpose of prayer. Heretofore

you have had a Brother to pray for you; now you

must pray for yourself. Go then, my Brother, and

may the blessing of God accompany you.

SD: You are now at the Altar. You must be again

hood-winked. Kneel and pray. Your prayer may

be mental or audible, and when you have

concluded it you will signify the same by saying

Amen, and rising.

WM: * * *.

Cand: Amen.

(ALL) So mote it be.

WM: *.

SD: My Brother, heretofore you have represented a

candidate in search of Light. Now you represent

a character, none less a personage than our

Grand Master Hiram Abif, who was the Grand

Architect at the building of King Solomon’s

Temple. It was the usual custom of this great

and good man, at high twelve, when the Craft

was called from labor to refreshment, to enter

the Sanctum Sanctorum, or Holy of Holies, there

to offer up his adorations to Deity and draw his

designs on the Trestle-board. This you have done.

He would then retire by the South gate, as you

will now do.

R #1: Grand Master Hiram, I am glad to meet you thus

alone; long have I sought this opportunity. You

promised us that when the Temple was completed

we should receive the secrets of a Master Mason,

whereby we could travel in foreign countries and

receive wages as such. Behold! The Temple is

about completed, and we have not received what

we strived for. At first I did not doubt your veracity,

but now I do. I therefore demand of you the

secrets of a Master Mason.

SD: Craftsman, this is neither a proper time nor place;

wait until the Temple is completed, then, if found

worthy, you shall receive them; otherwise you

can not.

R #1: Talk not to me of time nor place. Now is the time,

and here is the place; none other will satisfy me.

I therefore demand of you the secrets of a Master

Mason.

SD: Craftsman, I can not give them.

R #1: Grand Master Hiram, for the third and last time I

demand of you the secrets of a Master Mason.

SD: Craftsman, I can not, and will not, give them.

SD: He then fled, and attempted to pass out at the

west gate, as you will now do.

R #2: Grand Master Hiram, most of the Craft are weary,

and many are exceedingly anxious to receive the

secrets of a Master Mason, and we can see no

good reason why we are put off so long; and

some of us have determined to wait no longer. I

therefore demand of you the secrets of a Master

Mason.

SD: Craftsman, why this violence? I can not give

them, neither can they be given, except in the

presence of Solomon, King of Israel; Hiram, King

of Tyre; and myself.

R #2: Grand Master Hiram, your life is in danger. All

the avenues of the Temple are securely guarded;

escape is impossible. I therefore demand of you

the secrets of a Master Mason.

SD: Craftsman, I shall not give them. Wait with

patience for the proper time.

R #2: Grand Master Hiram, I again, and for the last

time, demand of you the secrets of a Master

Mason, or your life.

SD: My life you can have; my integrity, never!

SD: He then fled and attempted to make his exit out at

the east gate, as you will now do.

R #3: Grand Master Hiram, I have heard your caviling

with Jubela and Jubelo. From them you have

escaped; but from me - never! My name is

Jubelum. What I purpose, that I perform. I hold

in my hand an instrument of death. If you refuse

me now, you do so at your peril. I say, give me

the secrets of a Master Mason, or I will take your

life.

SD: Craftsman, I have often refused you and shall

always refuse you when accosted in this manner.

Your demands are vain.

R #3: Grand Master Hiram, I for the second time

demand of you the secrets of a Master Mason.

SD: Craftsman, your demands are vain. I shall not

give them.

R #3: Grand Master Hiram, I for the third and last time

demand of you the secrets of a Master Mason.

SD: And I, for the third time, refuse you.

(Jubelum then strikes the Cand across the forehead,

he is caused to fall backward into a large canvas that

he can be carried in.)

R #1: What have we done?

R #2: We have slain our Grand Master Hiram Abif.

What shall we do with the body?

R #3: Let us carry it into a remote corner, and bury it

in the rubbish of the Temple. (Having done so):

Now let us retire until low twelve, when we will

meet here again.

SOLILOQUY: 

R #3 (Jubelum):

At last, the awful deed is done; here, cold and

mute, wrapped in the icy cloak of death, the

Master sleeps. No more the pageantry of pomp

and power. No more the Craftsmen hastening to

perform his deep design. No more the Temple

rising proudly on its hill and beckoning Heaven

itself to smile upon its stately columns. No more

shall he these high ambitions gratify.

Oh Death, untimely, yet Oh timely Death.

Wrested from earth while yet his honors clustered;

before the breath of calumny had stained, or

slander marred the worth of his achievements,

he is fallen; yielding up his life ere he would betray

his sacred trust; surrendering all - all that life

holds dear - power, wealth, everything - yet

holding fast to his Masonic faith.

Oh, daring loyalty; Oh, fortitude most grand. For

him in coming time shall countless thousands

sound his name and sing his praise, who death

preferred, than faithless prove, than trust betray.

Yet, kept so well, his secret stands revealed and

in his death I read it thus: Truth - Honor -Fortitude.

But hark. The temple bell rings out the midnight

hour. Come now, my comrades, let us haste

away and bear with us, where-ere we go, the

heavy burden of remorse.

R #1: This is the hour.

R #2: This is the place.

R #3: And here is the body. Assist me to carry it in a

due west course from the Temple to the brow of

a hill, where I have dug a grave six feet deep east

and west and six feet perpendicular, in which we

will bury it.

R #3: I will set this sprig of acacia at the head of the

grave, that the place may be known should

occasion every require it. Now, let us make our

escape by way of Joppa, out of the country.

R #3: Yonder is a sea-faring man. Let us accost him.

R #3: Is that your ship there?

S-F: It is.

R #3: Where are you bound?

S-F: To Ethiopia.

R #3: When do you sail?  

S-F: Immediately.

R #3: Do you take passengers?

S-F: I do.

R #3: Will you take us?

S-F: I will, if you have King Solomon’s permit to leave

the country.

R #3: We will pay your demands, but we have no

permits.

S-F: Then you can not go, for I am strictly forbidden to

take any of the workmen from the Temple out of

the country without King Solomon’s permit.

R #3: Then let us return back into the country.

KS: *. Brother Senior Grand Warden, what is the

confusion in the Temple, and why are the

Craftsmen not at their labors as usual?

SW: (S) Our Grand Master Hiram Abif is missing and

there are no designs on the trestle-board.

KS: That is very strange. He has ever been punctual

and faithful to his trust. He must be indisposed.

Order strict search to be made for him throughout

the several apartments of the Temple, and see if

he can be found.

SW: Craftsmen; you will make strict search throughout

the several apartments of the Temple and see if

our Grand Master Hiram Abif can be found.

 

(Fellow Crafts go around the room, asking, “Have you

see anything of our Grand Master Hiram Abif?”, to which

some of the Brethren respond with, “No, I have not seen

him since high twelve yesterday.”)

FC#1: Brother Senior Grand Warden, strict search has

been made, but our Grand Master Hiram Abif

can not be found. He has not been seen since

high twelve yesterday.

SW: (S) Your orders have been obeyed, Most

Excellent King Solomon. Strict search has been

made throughout the several apartments of the

Temple, but our Grand Master Hiram Abif can

not be found. He has not been seen since high

twelve yesterday.

WM: I fear some fateful act has befallen him.

FC#1: * * *. Twelve Fellow Crafts, clothed in white gloves

and aprons, crave audience with Most Excellent

King Solomon.

WM: Admit them.

FC#1: (S) Most Excellent King Solomon, we twelve who

appear before you are clothed in white gloves

and aprons in token of our innocence. We twelve,

with three others, seeing the Temple about to be

completed, and being desirous of obtaining the

secrets of a Master Mason, whereby we could

travel in foreign countries and receive wages as

such, entered into the horrid conspiracy of

extorting them from our Grand Master Hiram Abif,

or taking his life; but, reflecting on the atrocity of

our intentions, being stricken with horror, we

twelve recanted, but we fear the other three have

persisted in their murderous design. We twelve

have come before you to confess our

premeditated guilt, and implore your pardon.

WM: Brother Grand Secretary, call the roll of the

workmen.

(The roll of the workmen is called)

Secy: (S) Most Excellent King Solomon, the roll of the

workmen has been called and Jubela, Jubelo and

Jubelum are found missing.

WM: Craftsmen, are they the three who were aligned

with you in this horrid conspiracy?

FC#1: (S) They are the three, Most Excellent King

Solomon.

WM: It is my order that you divide yourselves into parts

of three, and three travel east, three west, three

north, and three south in pursuit of the ruffians.

FC#1: Let us go east.

FC#2: We will go north.

FC#3: We will go south.

FC#1: And we, west.

FC#1: Yonder is a way-faring man. Let us accost him.

FC#1: Have you seen any strangers pass this way?

W-F: I saw some yesterday, three, who from their

appearance were workmen from the Temple.

FC#1: Where were they going?

W-F: They were seeking a passage to Ethiopia.

FC#1: Did they obtain one?

W-F: They did not.

FC#1: Where did they go?

W-F: They returned back into the country.

FC#1: This is important. Let us return and report it to

King Solomon.

FC#1: (S) Tidings from the west, Most Excellent King

Solomon.

WM: Report them.

FC#1: We three who pursued a due west course from

the Temple, went until we met with a way-faring

man, of whom we inquired if he had seen any

strangers pass that way, who informed us that

he had, three, who from their appearance were

workmen from the Temple, seeking a passage to

Ethiopia, but not having obtained one they

returned back into the country. Deeming this of

great importance, we have returned to bring this

intelligence to you.

WM: Your intelligence proves but one thing to my mind,

that the ruffians are still in the country and within

our power. You will divide yourselves as before,

and travel as before. I now give you positive

injunction to find the criminals, and as positive

assurance that if you do not, you will be deemed

the murderers, and shall suffer for their enormous

crime.

 

FC#2: I am weary and worn out and must sit down to

rest and refresh myself.

FC#1: Don’t stop here. Remember, that if we do not

find the criminals, we will be deemed the

murderers and shall suffer for their enormous

crime.

FC#2: Alas, this is the reward of evil companionship.

Had I but heeded the lessons taught me as a

Fellow Craft, I would now be among the workmen

of the Temple, honored and respected; as it is, I

am an outcast. Hail, Brothers. This is singular,

on rising up I accidentally caught hold of this

sprig of acacia, and it easily gave way.

FC#1: That is singular.

R #1: O, that my throat had been cut across ——,

FC#1: Hark, what is that?

R #1: ———, my tongue torn out, and with my body

buried in the sands of the sea at low-water mark,

where the tide ebbs and flows twice in twenty-four

hours, ere I have been accessory to the

death of so great and good a man as our Grand

Master Hiram Abif.

FC#3: That is the voice of Jubela.

R #2: O, that my left breast had been torn open, my

heart and vitals taken thence, and with my body

given as a prey to the vultures of the air, ere I

have been accessory to the death of so great

and good a man as our Grand Master Hiram Abif.

FC#2: That is the voice of Jubelo.

R #3: It was I who gave the fatal blow; it was I who

killed him. O, that my body had been severed in

twain, my bowels taken thence, and with my body

burned to ashes, and the ashes thereof scattered

to the four winds of Heaven, ere I have been

guilty of the death of so great and good a man as

our Grand Master Hiram Abif.

FC #1 I know that voice; that is the voice of Jubelum.

FC#3: What shall we do? They are the murderers of

whom we are in search.

FC#2: They are desperate men. It would be a serious

undertaking to capture them.

FC#1: There are but three of them, and there are three of

us. Our cause is just, and our trust is in God.

Let us rush in, seize, bound, and take them before

King Solomon.

FC#1: (S) Tidings from the west, Most Excellent King

Solomon.

WM: Report them.

FC#1: As we three who pursued a due west course from

the Temple were returning, one of our number

becoming more weary than the rest, sat down at

the brow of a hill to rest and refresh himself, and

on rising up he accidentally caught hold of a sprig

of acacia, which easily gave way, exciting his

curiosity; and while we were meditating over the

singularity of the occasion, we heard three

frightful exclamations from the clefts of the

adjacent rocks. The first was the voice of Jubela,

exclaiming, “O, that my throat had been cut

across, my tongue torn out, and with my body

buried in the sands of the sea, at low-water mark,

where the tide ebbs and flows twice in twenty-four

hours, ere I have been accessory to the

death of so great and good a man as our Grand

Master Hiram Abif. ”The second was the voice of

Jubelo, exclaiming, “O, that my left breast had

been torn open, my heart and vitals taken thence,

and with my body given as a prey to the vultures

of the air, ere I have been guilty of the death of

so great and good a man as our Grand Master

Hiram Abif. The third was the voice of Jubelum,

exclaiming more horribly than the rest, “It was I

who gave the fatal blow, it was I who killed him.

O, that my body had been severed in twain, my

bowels taken thence, and with my body burned

to ashes, and the ashes thereof scattered to the

four winds of Heaven, ere I have been guilty of

the death of so great and good a man as our

Grand Master Hiram Abif.” Upon which we

rushed in, seized, bound, and have brought them

before you.

WM: Jubela, are you guilty of this horrid deed?

R #1: I am guilty, Most Excellent King Solomon.

WM: Jubelo, are you also guilty?

R #2: I am more guilty, Most Excellent King Solomon.

WM: Jubelum, are you likewise guilty?

R #3: I am most guilty, Most Excellent King Solomon; I

am more guilty than the rest. It was I who gave

the fatal blow, it was I who killed him.

WM: Then you shall die, impious wretches, to conspire

against the life of so great and good a man as

your Grand Master Hiram Abif. Take them without

the gates of the city and execute them according

to their several imprecations in the clefts of the

rocks.

FC#1: (S) Most Excellent King Solomon, your orders

have been obeyed. The murderers have been

put to death according to their several

imprecations in the clefts of the rocks.

WM: It is well. Go now, you Fellow Crafts, in search

of the body of your Grand Master Hiram Abif,

and if found, observe whether the Master’s Word,

or a key to it, is on or about it.

FC#1: Here is the place where our worthy Brother sat

down to rest and refresh himself. Here is the

appearance of a newly made grave. Let us open

it. Here is a body, but in such a mangled and

putrid condition that it cannot be recognized.

What a deathly effluvium arises from it. The

Master’s Word, or a key to it, can not be found

on or about it. Here is a Jewel. Let us remove it

and carry it to King Solomon.

FC#1: (S) Tidings, Most Excellent King Solomon.

WM: Report them.

FC#1: We traveled a due west course from the Temple

to the brow of the hill where our worthy Brother

sat down to rest and refresh himself. We found

the appearance of a newly made grave; we

opened it and discovered a body, but in such a

mangled and putrid condition that it could not be

recognized; and we found our hands involuntarily

placed in this position to guard against the deathly

effluvium that arose from it. The Master’s Word,

or a key to it, could not be found on or about it;

however, we found this Jewel, which we have

brought up for your inspection.

WM: Brother Senior Grand Warden, this is indeed the

Jewel of our Grand Master Hiram Abif. No doubt

can now remain as to his lamentable fate.

Craftsmen, the pardon you sought I now grant

you, in token of my appreciation of your efforts

to detect the murderers and to deliver the body

of your Grand Master Hiram Abif.

WM: Brother Senior Grand Warden, you will form the

Craft in Grand Procession to go with me, to

endeavor to raise the body of our Grand Master

Hiram Abif for more decent interment; and as

the Master’s Word is now lost, it is my order that

the first sign given at the grave, and the first word

spoken after the body is raised, shall be adopted

for the regulation of all Masters Lodges, until

future ages shall find out the right.

SW: * * *. Craftsmen, form in Grand Procession to

repair with me to the grave, to endeavor to raise

the body of our Grand Master Hiram Abif for more

decent interment.

SD: Brethren; form in Grand Procession on the north

side of the Lodge, double file, facing the East.

DIRGE:

(Sung by all, while in Grand Procession):

Solemn strikes the funeral chime,

Notes of our departing time;

As we journey here below,

Through a pilgrimage of woe.

Mortals now indulge a tear,

For mortality is here.

See how wide her trophies wave

O’er the slumbers of the grave.

Here another guest we bring.

Seraphs of celestial wing,

To our funeral altar come:

Waft this friend and brother home.

There, enlarged, thy soul shall see

What was veiled in mystery;

Heavenly glories of the place

Show his Maker, face to face.

Lord of all, below - above

Fill our hearts with truth and love.

When dissolves our earthly tie,

Take us to thy Lodge on High.

WM: Here then lie the remains of your Grand Master

Hiram Abif. Stricken down in the performance

of duty, a martyr to his faith. He was bourne to

this lonely spot by unhallowed hands at a midnight

hour, upon the hope that the eye of man would

never more behold him, or the hand of justice be

laid upon his guilty murderers. Vain hope. Here

lies the body of your Grand Master Hiram Abif.

His work was not done, yet his column is broken.

His death was untimely and his Brethren mourn.

The honors so justly his due have not been paid

him. His body shall be raised; shall be honored;

shall be borne back to the Temple for more decent

interment; and a monument shall be erected to

commemorate his labors, his fidelity and his

untimely death.

WM: Brother Senior Grand Warden, apply to the body

the grip of an Entered Apprentice, and endeavor

to raise it.

SW: Most Excellent King Solomon, owing to the high

state of putrefaction, the body having been dead

fifteen days, the skin slips from the flesh and it  

can not be so raised.

(All raise their arms toward Heaven, their arms forming

a square, and lowering them by three movements, to

their sides.): Oh Lord, my God, is there no help for the

Widow’s Son?

WM: Brother Senior Grand Warden, you have a stronger

grip; that of a Fellow Craft. Apply that to the body

and endeavor to raise it.

SW: Most Excellent King Solomon, owing to the reason

before given, the flesh cleaves from the bones,

and the body can not be so raised.

(All, in unison, as above, only this time, it is done twice):

Oh Lord, my God, is there no help for the Widow’s

Son? (Again, with arms raised): Oh Lord, my God, is

there no help for the Widow’s Son?

WM: Brother Senior Grand Warden, our attempts are

vain. What shall we do?

SW: Let us pray.

Chap: Thou, O God. Knowest our down sitting and our

uprising, and understandest our thoughts afar off.

Shield and defend us from the evil intentions of

our enemies, and support us under the trials and

afflictions we are destined to endure while

traveling through this vale of tears. Man that is

born of a woman is of few days and full of trouble.

He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down;

he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.

Seeing his days are determined, the number of

his months is with Thee: Thou hast appointed

his bounds that he cannot pass. Turn from him

that he may rest till he shall accomplish his day.

For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that

it will sprout again, and that the tender branch

thereof will not cease. But man dieth and wasteth

away; yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where

is he? As the waters fail from the sea, and the

flood decayeth and drieth up, so man lieth down

and riseth not till the Heavens be no more. Yet,

O Lord, have compassion on the children of Thy

creation; administer them comfort in time of

trouble, and save them with an everlasting

salvation. AMEN.

(ALL): So mote it be.

WM: Brother Senior Grand Warden, your counsel was

timely and good. Masons should ever remember

that when the strength and wisdom of man fails,

there is an inexhaustible supply above, yielded to

us through the power of prayer. My mind is now

clear, and the body shall be raised.

Craftsmen, you have labored upon the Temple

more than six years, honestly toiling, encouraged

and buoyed up by the promise that when the

Temple was completed, those of you who were

found worthy should receive the secrets of a

Master Mason. The Master’s Word is lost in the

death of your Grand Master Hiram Abif, but I will

substitute a word which shall be adopted for the

regulation of all Master’s Lodges, until future ages

shall find out the right; and the first word I utter

after the body is raised shall be such substitute

word. Yea, my Brethren, I have a Word; and

though the skin may slip from the flesh, and the

flesh cleaves from the bones, there is strength in

the Lion of the Tribe of Judah, and he shall prevail.

(The Worshipful Master now reaches down and grasps

the candidate’s right hand with the real grip of a Master

Mason, and as he raises the candidate up, it is done on

the Five Points of Fellowship. The WM then whispers

the substitute Word into the candidate’s ear):

WM: Ma - Ha - Bone.

WM: My Brother, the word you have just received is a

Hebrew word, and signifies, “What! The

Builder?”, and alludes to a particular tie in your

Obligation wherein you swore that you would

never give the substitute for the Master’s Word

in any other way or manner than that in which

you would receive it, which would be on the Five

Points of Fellowship and at low breath. The Five

Points of Fellowship are: foot to foot; knee to

knee; breast to breast; hand to back; and cheek

to cheek or mouth to ear, and teach us these

important lessons: Foot to foot, that we should

be ever ready to go on foot, even barefoot, on a

worthy Master Mason’s errand, should his

necessities require it, and we be no better

provided. Knee to knee, that we should ever

remember our Brethren in our devotions to Deity.

Breast to breast, that the secrets of a worthy

Brother Master Mason, when communicated to

us as such, should be as secure and inviolate in

our breasts as they were in his before

communication. Hand to back, that we should be

ever ready to stretch forth a hand to support a

falling Brother, and aid him on all lawful occasions.

Cheek to cheek, or mouth to ear, that we should

be ever ready to whisper wise counsel in the ear

of an erring Brother, and warn him of

approaching danger.

My Brother, I will now instruct you as to the manner

of arriving at the real grip and word of a Master

Mason. As you are uninstructed, he who has

hitherto answered for you will do so at this time.

Give me the pass-grip of a Master Mason.

WM: Brother Senior Deacon.

SD: Worshipful Master.

WM: Will be you be off or from?

SD: From.

WM: From what and to what?

SD: From the pass-grip of a Master Mason to the real

grip of the same.

WM: Pass. What is that?

SD: The real grip of a Master Mason, or lion’s paw.

WM: Has it a name?

SD: It has.

WM: Will you give it to me?

SD: Place yourself in the proper position to receive it

and I will.

WM: Mark the difference, my Brother, Heretofore your

answer has been; I did not so receive it, neither

will I so impart it. Now it is: Place yourself in the

proper position to receive it and I will.

WM: What is the proper position to receive it?

SD: On the Five Points of Fellowship.

WM: What are the Five Points of Fellowship?

SD: Foot to foot, knee to knee, breast to breast, hand

to back, and cheek to cheek or mouth to ear.

(Cand and WM are placing themselves on the

Five Points of Fellowship as the SD names them.)

WM: Ma.

Cand: Ha.

WM: Bone.

(WM may have the cand begin, while still in position, ie.,

Cand: Ma.

WM: Ha.

Cand: Bone

being sure the candidate fully understands the word.)

WM: My Brother, the Grand Hailing Sign of Distress

of a Master Mason is given in this manner: raising

the hands toward Heaven, your arms forming a

square, and lowering them by three distinct

motions to the sides, and alludes to a particular

tie in your Obligation, wherein you swore that

you would not give the Grand Hailing Sign of

Distress of a Master Mason, except for the benefit

of the Craft while at work or for the instruction of

a Brother, unless you were in real distress.

Should you be in a place where the Sign could

not be seen, the words, “O Lord, my God, is

there no help for the Widow’s son?”, are to be

substituted, but the sign and words are never to

be given together. Should you see the Sign or

hear the Words, you will hasten to the relief of

the person so giving them, for you may rest

assured that they come from one who has traveled

the same road and received the same Light in

Masonry that you have.

WM: My Brother, you will now return to the East, and

receive an historical account of this degree.

Master Mason Degree - Lecture

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