Autor da Minha Fé

Oh Father, I longed to see
My Lord descending to meet me
I can even imagine
The resplendent glory of the Lord Jesus
Transcending the white clouds in the purest blue
Where neither south nor north will exist
And amidst tears, smiles of joy
And pleasure
I who was blind can now see
Contemplate, contemplate at last
That's why I sing glory

Glory, glory to the Author of my faith
Glory, glory to the Author of my faith

Oh Father, I longed so much to hear
The sound that will open the triumphant meeting
To see friends who once in Christ became my brothers
Now we can hold hands
For we all have only one, one Lord
Here is the comfort that surrounds my life
My Lord Jesus
Who was indeed killed on that cross
Will return, will return at last
That's why I sing glory

Glory, glory to the Author of my faith
Glory, glory to the Author of my faith

Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord
Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord
Author of my faith
Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord
Author of my faith