Silent and tired, the sun now goes to rest
and Sion smiles on us from afar.Your dying was an ecstacy of purest longing;
your body never knew corruption.
You reign now transfigured in the “Holy City”,
on Sion, which God has opened to you.Through the shrine you constantly direct us upwards
to the eternal Schoenstatt where we will one day praise God.
You show us the transitoriness of the earthly world
until you have led us to things eternal.Teach me to live each day so that my dying becomes easy,
as befits an heir of heaven.
Teach me to judge myself each night in such a way
that after death I may see you and God.Glory be joyfully given to the Father
through Christ with Mary, highly praised,
in the Holy Spirit full of splendor
from the universe now and in all eternity.Amen.