Quando Jesus Estendeu a Sua Mão

My soul was far away
From the ways of the Lord
I was poor, despicable, a sinner
But Jesus has already transformed
My darkness into light
When He reached out
His hand to me

When Jesus reached out His hand
When He reached out His hand to me
I was poor, lost
Without God, without Jesus
When He reached out His hand to me

Now I rejoice
Since I accepted Him
And in the storm I can rest
For with Him I am freed
From danger and evil
When He reached out His hand to me