Hail, most chosen Mother of the Gods, whose children are fair
Hail, mighty Hecate of the Threshold
Shape the course of my life with bright Light
And make her loaded with good things,
Drive sickness and evil from my limbs.
And when my soul rages at worldly things,
redeem me purified from your shocking rites.
Yes lend me your hand I pray
And reveal to me the paths of divine guidance I long for,
Then I will gaze upon this precious Light
Where can I escape from the evil of our dark origins.
Yes lend me your hand I pray
And when I am weary bring me to the harbor of piety with your winds.
Hail, chosen mother of the Gods, whose children are fair
Hail, mighty Hecate of the Threshold.
Logos 373 - Magickal Implements, Εμπνευσμένα Βιβλία &; Τέχνη του Ιερού
