Maestro Se Encrespan Las Aguas
Himnario El Buen Pastor Cantado
Master, The Waters Are Rough
Master, the waters are rough
And the storm roars
The great abysses of the sky
Are covered in darkness
Don't you see that we are perishing here?
Can you sleep like this?
When the agitated sea doesn't open
A deep grave here
The winds, the waves will hear your voice
Let there be peace! Let there be peace!
You calm the wrath of the dark sea
You make the struggles of the soul cease
And so the little boat that goes to the Lord
Cannot sink in the treacherous sea
Wherever your will is fulfilled
Let there be peace!
Your voice resounds in the immensity
Let there be peace!
Master, my anguished being
Seeks you eagerly
In the deep caves of my soul
A cruel storm is unleashed
Sin passes in torrents
Over my fragile being
And I perish, I perish, Master
Oh, love, come to my aid!
Master, the storm has passed
The winds no longer roar
And over the crystal waters
The Sun will shine
Master, prolong this calm
Do not abandon me anymore
I will cross the abysses with you
Enjoying blessed peace!
