O Exilado
Harpa Cristã
The Exiled
From the beautiful homeland I am far away
I am tired
I miss Jesus
Oh, when will I go?
Birds, beautiful flowers
Want to enchant me
Earthly splendors are in vain
But I contemplate my home
Jesus gave me His promise
He will come for me
My heart is in a hurry
I want to fly now
My sins were many
I am very guilty
But His blood cleanses me
I am going to my homeland
Like a child from his beloved home
I want to go
Like a bird to the nest
To flee to His arms
He is faithful, His coming is certain
When? I do not know
But He commands to be alert
From exile I will return
I await His coming singing
My home in heaven
I will hear His steps sounding
Beyond the dark veil
Birds, beautiful flowers
Want to enchant me
Earthly splendors are in vain
But I contemplate my home
