Igreja Pequena / Cem Ovelhas / Divino Companheiro / O Rei Está Voltando (medley)

I remember with longing and sometimes my heart cries
The night is approaching, I can't wait
To go to church to worship God
And when I arrive, I look at the altar, I see the pastor sitting
Looking at the silent church
I see in his eyes a sorrowful look
Because he remembers with longing the first little church
That was small and cramped
And there was no light to brighten
But when the pastor preached, the sky opened
The church prayed and the power fell
That was a praying church

Small church, where God spoke
The power fell and Jesus visited his church
Where is it now, that little church?
Where the praise rose
And at the same moment the power fell

There were one hundred sheep, together in the fold
There were one hundred sheep, that the lover took care of
But one afternoon, when counting them all
One was missing, one was missing and sadly he cried

He left the ninety-nine in the fold
And through the mountains, he went to look for her
And found her groaning, trembling with cold
He healed her wounds, then carried her on his shoulders and returned to the fold

Divine companion on the way
I feel your presence as I walk, for you have dispelled all shadows
I already have light, the blessed light of love

Stay, Lord, it's getting late
You have my heart to rest
Make in me a permanent dwelling
Stay Lord, stay Lord, my Savior

The King is coming back, the King is coming back
The trumpet is sounding, calling my name
Yes, the King is coming back, the King is coming back
Hallelujah! He's coming to take me

The market is empty, its work has stopped
The hammer of the workers, the noise has ceased
The reapers, out in the field, have finished their work
The whole earth is in suspense, it's the Lord's return

The King is coming back, the King is coming back
The trumpet is sounding, calling my name
Yes, the King is coming back, the King is coming back
Hallelujah! He's coming to take me