Hymn to Pan

1 Nymph. Of Pan we sing, the best of singers, Pan,
That taught us swains how first to tune our lays,
And on the pipe more airs than Phoebus can.

Chorus. Hear, O you groves, and hills resound his praise.

2 Nymph. Of Pan we sing, the best of leaders, Pan,
That leads the Naiads and the Dryads forth;
And to their dances more than Hermes can.
Chorus. Hear, O you groves, and hills resound his worth.

3 Nymph. Of Pan we sing, the best of hunters, Pan,
That drives the hart to seek unused ways,
And in the chase more than Silvanus can.
Chorus. Hear, O you groves, and hills resound his praise.

2 Nymph. Of Pan we sing, the best of shepherds, Pan,
That keeps our flocks and us, and both leads forth
To better pastures than great Pales can.
Chorus. Hear, O you groves, and hills resound his worth.
And while his powers and praises thus we sing,
The valleys let rebound and all the rivers ring.