Now the evening shadows closing.
Warn from toil to peaceful rest;
Mystic arts and rites 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 for Thy aid divine;
Everlasting power and glory,
Mighty Architect! be Thine.
So mote it be
Speeches/Toasts 
