A Ovelha Perdida

There are ninety-nine sheep
Safe in the corral
But one far away
From the pastoral fold
Wandering in the mountains of terror
Far from the faithful shepherd

With the submissive flock, oh good shepherd
Won't you be content?
The wanderer is mine, he replied
The fleeting belongs to me
I'm going to the desert to look for
The sheep I hear in pain scream

All along the road where it comes from
What blood I see there!
I looked for the sheep with pain
My blood spills
Wound I see your hand
Anguish filled my heart

Cheers come from the mountain
It is the voice of the good Shepherd
It resounds in triumphal notes
The Winning Psalm
And the angels sing up there in the heavens
The wanderer has already returned to God

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
The wanderer has already returned to God