Hymn of the Ghebers
G. Bantock
Dawn's dim, shadows are dying
Into the day;
And ever onward and upward,
We wend our way.
Mithra the mighty is shaking
His wings unfurled,
As he looks in gleaming splendor
Over the world.
On the peak of the Ghebers' mountain
Flashes his light.
Swiftly we kindle the altar,
High on the height.
Gifts to the Sun-god bringing
Fragrance and Flame.
Mithra the cloud-compeller,
Mighty his name!