You who fulfill my hope, O Mother!
Listen to the humble song of love and gratitude that
comes from the heart of your child... To the works of a
missionary you have bound me irrevocably, by the bonds of
prayer, suffering, and love.
To him, to travel the earth, to preach the name of Jesus.
To me, in the shadows, the mystery, to practice humble virtues.
Suffering, I claim it, I love and desire the Cross.
To help save a soul I would die a thousand times!
In my deep solitude, Mary,
I want to win hearts.
Through your apostle, to the ends of the earth
I will convert sinners.
Through him, the holy water of Baptism, of the very small child of a
day, will make the temple where God Himself
deigns to dwell in His love.
After the exile of this life, at the evening of the glorious battle, we
will enjoy in the Homeland the fruits of our apostolate.
To him the honor of Victory
before the army of the Blessed.
To me, the reflection of his glory eternally in the heavens.
