No Jardim

I went to the garden all alone
At the first light of dawn
I could then hear a sweet and gentle voice
The kind voice of the master

What joy it is to always hear that voice
I love you, oh sinner!
Even death on the cross I bore
To be your savior

I heard His divine voice
In very soft tones
Speaking to me with tenderness
Like the gentle song of birds

I stay listening to His voice
In the vibrant earthly struggle
And when the cruel enemy comes to tempt me
How good it is to hear the master!