Oh Sign so great and wondrous, Oh Sunclad Sign above, Transfigured, penetrated, With God's all-holy Love. I know but one desire, To burn with Love Divine, Enkindled by you, Mother, In Schoenstatt’s Holy Shrine. You stand as Queen of martyrs Beneath the Cross so still, Consenting by your Fiat, Because it is God’s Will. I hear the Father calling, For heroes strong and true; Oh offer me dear Mother, As loving victim, too. Oh Queen of earth and heaven, Command the storms to cease; Destroy the devil's power, Oh Victress grant us peace. Make me your own apostle, your knight I ask and pray. My dying smile shall whisper, "Oh dearest MTA." Make me your own apostle, your knight I ask and pray. My dying smile shall whisper, "Oh dearest MTA."

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