Não Retires Teu Espírito

Through paths that I have walked
My wounded feet are
And my shoulders so tired
With the weight of the cross
And the tears insist
To wet my face
Only you dear Jesus
Are the one who can wipe them away

Do not withdraw your spirit
From my poor heart
If I lose everything in life
Your presence I will have

And when you return
With the saints I will ascend
Far beyond the stars
I will then rest