O Exilado
Quarteto Abba Pai
The Exiled
THE EXILED
H.C. 36
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.
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.
