Invocation of the Horned God

 

By the flame that burneth bright

O Horned One

We call thy name into the night

o ancient one

thee we invoke, by the moon-led sea

by the standing stone and the twisted tree

thee we invoke, where gather thine own

by the nameless shrine forgotten and lone

come where the round of the dance is trod

horn and hoof of the goatfoot god

by moonlit meadow, on dusky hill

when the haunted wood is hushed and still

come to the charm of the chanted prayer

as the moon bewitches the midnight air

evoke thy powers, that potent bide

in shining stream, and the secret tide

in fiery flame by starlight pale

in shadowy host that rides the gale

and by the fern-brakes fairy haunted

of forests wild and woods enchanted

come, o come

to the heart-beats drum

come to us who gather below

when the broad white moon is climbing slow

through the stars to the heavens height

we hear thy hoofs on the wind of night

as black tree branches shake and sigh

by joy and terror we know thee nigh

we speak the spell thy power unlocks

at solstice, sabbat and equinox

word of virtue, the veil to rend

from primal dawn to the wide worlds end

since time began

the blessing of pan

blessed be ALL IN HEARTH AND HOLD

BLESSED BE ALL WORTH MORE THAN GOLD

BLESSED BE IN STRENGTH AND LOVE

BLESSED BE WHERE'ER WE ROVE

VISION FADE NOT FROM OUR EYES

OF THE PAGAN PARADISE

PAST THE GATES OF DEATH AND BIRTH

OUR INHERITANCE OF EARTH

FROM OUR SOUL THE SONG OF SPRING

FADE NOT IN OUR WANDERING

OUR LIFE WITH ALL LIFE IS ONE

BY BLACKEST NIGHT OR NOONDAY SUN

ELDEST OF GODS, ON THEE WE CALL

BLESSING BE ON THY CREATURES ALL