I compiled the following hymns from ancient texts to be used as alternatives to any Orphic and Homeric hymns so you can diversify your religious practice. Any surviving ancient religious material forms what can be considered as the orthodoxy of Hellenic polytheism.

Poseidon

“Poseidon, god of the racing steeds, I salute you, you who delight in

their neighing and in the resounding clatter of their brass-shod

hoofs, god of the swift galleys, which, loaded with mercenaries,

cleave the seas with their azure beaks, god of the equestrian

contests, in which young rivals, eager for glory, ruin themselves for

the sake of distinction with their chariots in the arena, come and

direct our chorus; Poseidon with the trident of gold, you, who reign

over the dolphins, who are worshipped at Sunium and at Geraestus

beloved of Phormio, and dear to the whole city above all the

immortals, I salute you!”

-Aristophanes, Knights

Alternate translation:

“Oh, Lord! Oh, Lord, protector and lover of horses!

Lover of the brazen clang and thud of the horses’ hooves, lover of the

horses’ neighing. Lover, too, of the swift war ships with their blue

emblems of rams at the prow!

Oh, God, whose heart gladdens at the sight of the rich booty those

ships carry! A heart that also gladdens at the sight of young men in

contest, particularly when they climb proudly upon their chariots

chasing their Fate -victory or defeat, no matter!

Come, God of the horse, come now and join our dance!

Poseidon, God of the golden trident, come join us!

God, chief of the dolphins!

God whose name is praised at Sounion!

God, son of Kronos, Geraestus!

God, most loved by the folk of Phormion to whom you granted a naval victory!

God most loved by all the citizens of Athens at this hour of their naval need!”

Hephaestus

“Fiery, EPHAIE, Hephaistos, who is shining with fire, brightly moving, ANANOCHA AMARZA MARMARAMO.”

-Greek magical papyri

To the gods

“Hearken, You Gods holding the helm of holy Wisdom,

Who, having kindled an upward-leading fire, draw to the immortals human souls,

Who leave the dark hole behind, purified by the secret initiations of

the Hymns.

Hearken, Great Saviors, and grant me from very divine books pure light,

Scattering the mist, so that I know well an Immortal God from a man;

That a daemon, doing cruel things, may not hold me forever submerged

in the streams of forgetfulness,

while I am far away from the Blessed Ones,

That a chilling Penalty may not bind my soul with the fetters of life,

which, fallen into the waves of cold becoming,

does not want to wander all too long.

But, O Gods, leaders towards bright-shining wisdom,

Hearken and reveal to me, while hurrying to the upward leading track,

the secret rites and initiations of the holy words.”

-Proclus

Janus and Hecate

“Hail, many-named Mother of the Gods, whose children are fair

Hail, mighty Hekate of the Threshold

And hail to you also Forefather Janus, Imperishable Zeus

Hail to you Zeus most high.

Shape the course of my life with luminous Light

And make it laden with good things,

Drive sickness and evil from my limbs.

And when my soul rages about worldly things,

Deliver me purified by your soul-stirring rituals.

Yes, lend me your hand I pray

And reveal to me the pathways of divine guidance that I long for,

Then shall I gaze upon that precious Light

Whence I can flee the evil of our dark origin.

Yes, lend me your hand I pray,

And when I am weary bring me to the haven of piety with your winds.

Hail, many-named mother of the Gods, whose children are fair

Hail, mighty Hekate of the Threshold

And hail to you also Forefather Janus, Imperishable Zeus,

Hail to you Zeus most high.”

-Proclus

Sea gods invocation

“The sea, the earth, the innumerable sand,

Archytas, thou couldst measure; now, alas!

A little dust on Matine shore has spann’d

That soaring spirit; vain it was to pass

The gates of heaven, and send thy soul in quest

O’er air’s wide realms; for thou hadst yet to die.

Ay, dead is Pelops’ father, heaven’s own guest,

And old Tithonus, rapt from earth to sky,

And Minos, made the council-friend of Jove;

And Panthus’ son has yielded up his breath

Once more, though down he pluck’d the shield, to prove

His prowess under Troy, and bade grim death

O’er skin and nerves alone exert its power,

Not he, you grant, in nature meanly read.

Yes, all “await the inevitable hour;”

The downward journey all one day must tread.

Some bleed, to glut the war-god’s savage eyes;

Fate meets the sailor from the hungry brine;

Youth jostles age in funeral obsequies;

Each brow in turn is touch’d by Proserpine.

Me, too, Orion’s mate, the Southern blast,

Whelm’d in deep death beneath the Illyrian wave.

But grudge not, sailor, of driven sand to cast

A handful on my head, that owns no grave.

So, though the eastern tempests loudly threat

Hesperia’s main, may green Venusia’s crown

Be stripp’d, while you lie warm; may blessings yet

Stream from Tarentum’s guard, great Neptune, down,

And gracious Jove, into your open lap!

What! shrink you not from crime whose punishment

Falls on your innocent children? it may hap

Imperious Fate will make yourself repent.

My prayers shall reach the avengers of all wrong;

No expiations shall the curse unbind.

Great though your haste, I would not task you long;

Thrice sprinkle dust, then scud before the wind.”

-Horace, Odes

Thetis

“Of Thetis I sing, Thetis of the golden hair,

Immortal daughter of the sea-dweller Nereus,

She who wed Peleus according to Zeus’ counsel,

The splendor of the sea, our own Aphrodite.

From her womb she bore divine Achilles,

That raging spear-fighter, that Ares of war,

The thunderbolt of Hellas, whose glory reaches heaven.

And to him in turn Pyrrha bore a son, Neoptolemus,

Who sacked the Trojans’ city and guarded the cities of the Greeks.

O hero Neoptolemus, be gracious to us,

O prosperous one, you who now lie in Delphi’s soil.

Receive with goodwill this our sacrifice,

And drive away all fear from our city.

Of Thetis I sing, Thetis of the golden hair.”

-Heliodorus of Emesa, Aethiopica

Primordial gods

“O you bright Aether, you swift-winged takhypteroi pnoiai, you pêgai

potamôn, and infinite laughter of the waves of pontos, O universal

mother Gaia, and you, all-seeing Helios, to you I call!”

-Aeschylus, Prometheus Bound

Nyx

“O Nyx who castest thy mantle over toiling earth and heaven, and

sendest the fiery stars on their divers roaming courses, gracious

referesher of the mind, till the next sun shed blithe upspringing upon

faint mortality, thou, kindly Night, dost bring me of thy bounty

assurance long sought in perplexity and doubt, and dost reveal the

ancient purposes of fate: aid now my work, and certify the omens thou

hast given. Ever shall this house throughout the circling periods of

the year hold thee high in honour and in worship; black bulls of

chosen beauty shall pay thee sacrifice, O goddess! And Hephaestus’ fire

shall eat the lustral entrails, whereo’er the new milk streams. Hail,

ancient truth of mystic Tripod! hail, secret grotto! I have found, O

Fortune, that the gods are gods indeed!”

-Statius, Thebaid