| By the flame that burneth bright |
| O Horned One! |
| We call thy name into the night |
| O Horned 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 goat-foot 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 secret tide |
| In fiery flame by starlight pale |
| In shadowy host that ride the gale |
| And by the fern-brakes fairy-haunted |
| Of forests wild and wood enchanted |
| Come! O Come! |
| To the heartbeats 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 world’s end |
| Since time began--- |
| The blessing of Pan! |
| Blessed be all in hearth and hold |
| Blessed in all worth more than gold |
| Blessed be in strength and love |
| Blessed be wher’er we rove |
| Vision fade not from our eyes |
| Of the pagan paradise |
| Past the gates of death and birth |
| Our inheritance of the 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 |