I call to Sulis of the good land, of gentle hills
and apple trees, whose kindness is constant,
whose hand we see in budding branches and rich harvests.
Sulis of the fair green vale, Sulis of the springs,
long has your name been spoken by those in need,
long have men and women sought your blessings,
long have you granted the gift of health and wholeness
to those who entered your temple, to those who bathed
in your healing waters, to those who prayed for respite
or remedy. Gracious mother of Somerset,
mender of ills, righter of wrongs, foe of the thief
and the villain, Sulis, I offer words of praise.