Hymn to Horus the Younger

To Horus who was born of Isis, I offer my praise.
O son of Osiris, true heir to his throne,
O saviour of your father, contender with your uncle,
O Horus who joined the two great lands,
who wears the double crown, O king of gods,
O god of kings, I call to you, O Horus.
Upholder of the right and the good, defender of order,
guardian of Ma’at whose work is unending,
I honor your constancy, I honor your might.
I pray to you, O Horus, grant me your grace,
grant me the gift of integrity, grant me the strength
to do what must be done, the will to pursue
the true and the just. Horus who was born of Isis,
child born of magic, born of death into life,
I call to you with reverence; I call to you with faith.


Hymn to Horus the Elder

To Horus, O mighty Heru-wer, I offer my praise.
Bright son of Geb and shadow-cloaked Nuit, beloved of Hathor,
great lady of gold, O eldest of the falcon-gods,
ancient of worship, ancient of name, O Horus
whose left eye is the sun, whose right shines as the moon,
I call to you for favor, I call on you for strength.
Yours is the courage to seek out strife, to war with
the wicked who would corrupt the work of Ma’at.
Yours is the nerve to face what may come, whatever
the chances, whatever the risk. Yours is the will
to persevere through any misfortune, any restaint.
Yours is the heart to fight the good battle,
to struggle and strive and to succeed. O Horus,
mighty Heru-wer, overcomer of obstacles,
share with me, O god, your gift of determination.