When the Master calls to order And you look about the room You're sure to see some faces That from the shadows loom;
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They are always at the Meetings And stay 'til they are through; The ones that I would mention Are the, 'Always Faithful Few.'
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They fill the vacant offices As they are always on the spot, No matter what the weather Though it may be awful hot.
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It may be dark and rainy, But they are tried and true; The ones that you rely on Are the, 'Always Faithful Few.'
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There are many worthy Members Who will come when in the mood, When everything's convenient They can do the Craft much good;
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They have knelt around our altar And are necessary, too; But the ones who never fail us Are the, 'Always Faithful Few.'
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If it were not for these Brothers Who put their shoulders to the wheel, And keep our Lodges moving forward So their light they may reveal,
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The Craft could never flourish, Its work it could not do, It would shrink and slowly perish But for these, 'Always Faithful Few.'
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