Assemble yourselves all
Today in the hall
Joyfully for the festival of the Mother of God,
In order to raise your eyes
With trust heavenward,
Up toward the brightly shining star of the sea.

Maidens and lads,
Bring her gifts,
Bring her roses and lilies;
Children and aged ones,
Sing in praise
To Her, who was so blessed by the Lord.

[Sing] to Her, to whose heart
Our pain,
Our joy so intimately confide;
To Her who before all others
Was pleasing to God,
To Her, the blessed among women.

Reflect, oh transfigured one,
Honoured by Heaven,
How Thy little child once clung round Thy neck!
Mother, oh reflect,
How early on already
He received gifts from mighty princes!

Think of the time
When full of wounds
Thou sawst the dear, the only Son,
How Thou wert happy
When He robbed Hell
Of its booty and ascended to the throne!

Oh full of compassion
Bless the poor,
Who, still so far from the goal, call to thee beseechingly!
Help them to conquer
Iniquity and sin,
Shine in the darkness like a star from above!

Jealousy and hatred,
Debauchery and gluttony
May be the practices of the deplorable children of the world;
We, however, consecrate
Ourselves to Thee in faithfulness,
To Thee, who hold the Saviour out to us.

Highly blessed one,
Mother, oh spread out
Thy mantle protectingly about Thy faithful ones!
That we may pass through life
Faithfully dedicated to Thee
And may someday rejoice with Thee.