Ao Pé do Monte

At the foot of the mountain where Christ dragged himself, and to the Father He cried out: help me to arrive
With His cross on His wounded shoulders, being ashamed, He didn't stop to complain
Beloved Master, when I look at Your suffering, not even a lament Your mouth uttered
And my sins were cast upon You and on Golgotha embittered, all blood was shed
Soon three nails and a hammer were used His hands and feet nailed, His body raised
Being thirsty they immediately gave Him vinegar, refusing the cup He called to His Father
My God, my God, why have You forsaken me, bowing His head He soon expired
The way to heaven was opened, when He on Calvary gave His life
His Holy body was soon perfumed, buried among the rich, my Master stayed there
After three days God sent His messenger, resurrect my warrior
Triumphed over death
Beloved Master, when I look at Your suffering, not even a lament Your mouth uttered
And my sins were cast upon You and on Golgotha embittered, all blood was shed