Tua graça me basta
Trazendo a Arca
Your grace is enough for me
I don't need to be recognized
By anyone
My glory is to make
Them know You
And may I decrease so that you may increase,
Lord, more and more
And like the seraphim who cover their
Faces before you
I hide my face so they may see Your
Face in me
And may I decrease so that you may increase,
Lord, more and more
In the Holy of Holies the smoke
Hides me only your eyes see me
Under your wings is my shelter
My secret place
Only Your grace is enough for me and Your presence
Is my pleasure
Your presence, Your presence is my pleasure...
