The sacred house in Loretto

Brightest cloud in the blue,

Pure swan on the shining sea!

Oh, what brilliant vision!

I see Angels around you!

Brightly blooms a rainbow!

You, o queen of heaven,

Resting upon it, you look down

On this world of sin!

Sainted virgin, the vision

Overcomes my spirit,

Teach me its meaning,

What it foretells, what it promises!

And the shimmering vision parted

Through the breath of mornings gentle wind

On the slowly moving cloud appeared,

a small reed covered house,

And the wanderer hears the words

Clearly: "That is the house of Christ,

where when he was a child,

God's Son went in and out.

To conceal it from the heathen,

we bear it away,

You see, we are servants of Christ

And Loretto is our port."

Be blest, loyal guards!

But beware around the grave of Christ,

That pack of traitors have

surrounded with the followers of the serpent!

And down from the bright region,

From the rainbow's heights

Mercyful words flow,

Sacred murmuring sounds:

"Thank the Father, that to comfort you,

has given you today the house of Christ,

However struggle becomes the redeemed

who believe in the grave of Christ."