O Exilado – 36

Far from my beautiful homeland

Da linda pátria estou bem longe;

I now remain;

Cansado estou;

I have grown weary.

Eu tenho de Jesus saudada,

Jesus has sent me His greeting.

Oh, quando é que eu vou?

Oh, when

Passarinhos, belas flores,

Will I go there?

Querem m'encantar;

São vãos terrestres esplendores,

Little birds,

Mas contemplo o meu lar.

Beautiful flowers,

Try to charm me;

Jesus me deu a Sua promessa;

These earthly splendors

Me vem buscar;

Are passing,

Meu coração está com pressa,

But my eyes

Eu quero já voar.

Are fixed on

Meus pecados foram muitos,

My home.

Mui culpado sou;

Porém, Seu sangue põe-me limpo;

Jesus gave me

Eu para pátria vou.

His promise:

He will come

Qual filho de seu lar saudoso,

To take me home.

Eu quero ir;

My heart

Qual passarinho para o ninho,

Longs to go;

Pra os braços Seus fugir;

I wish

É fiel – Sua vinda é certa,

To fly there now.

Quando… Eu não sei.

Mas Ele manda estar alerta;

My sins

Do exílio voltarei.

Were many;

I was

Sua vinda aguardo eu cantando;

Very guilty.

Meu lar no céu;

But His blood

Seus passos hei de ouvir soando

Has made me clean;

Além do escuro véu.

I am going

Passarinhos, belas flores,

To my heavenly homeland.

Querem m'encantar;

São vãos terrestres esplendores,

Like a child

Mas contemplo o meu lar.

Longing for home,

I want to return.

Like a little bird

To its nest,

I long

To rest

In His arms.

He is faithful;

His coming

Is certain.

When?

I do not know.

But He commands me

To stay alert;

From this exile

I shall return.

I await His coming,

Singing

Of my home

In heaven.

I shall hear

His footsteps

Beyond

The dark veil.

Little birds,

Beautiful flowers,

Try to charm me;

These earthly splendors

Are passing,

But my eyes

Are fixed on

My home.