As Mãos
Hinos Sud
The Hands
The hands that helped
Created everything
With endless power
Invites everyone to come to me
The hands that fed
Healed the lame and the blind too
With love without forgetting anyone
His hands serving like this
Show that we can indeed
Weak and afflicted, yes, rise
Always acting for good
And so I will not rest until I make
My hands serve with all power
The hands that never neglected
Friends and beggars
Comforted the afflicted
The hands that can calm sorrows and even the seas
Also reach out to save
His hands serving like this
Show that we can indeed
Weak and afflicted, yes, rise
Always acting for good
And so I will not rest until I make
My hands serve with all power
The hands that implore the heavens
In the deepest and most intense agony
Nearby, however, it is fitting to surrender to other hands
Then his hands carry the heavy cross, where they will nail it
And on the mountain beyond, he can foresee where he will die
Then his hands, such strong hands, kind hands
They nailed, they nailed
He left for loving us
For not thinking of himself
And now I can see his hands calling me
He showed me the way
I want to be more like
The one who told us: Come to me
