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Horned God of Earth! As the sun shineth down, radiant upon my skin, so do I sing to you, O Great Father. Your Strength has given me power, your love has given me strength. In the light of the ephemeral Sun do I sing your praises!
You, O Great Commander of Earth, hath made the creatures ferocious, hath made the Sun miraculous, and hath made me, your Priest/ess, wise and powerful, and sensitive to the cry of Nature.
Blessed is the God of Creation, Father of the Perfect creature. Blessed is He, my protectorate, who watches over me! Blessed Be!
Particularily appropriate for sabbats, especially Midsummer
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