O Exilado

THE EXILED
H.C. 36

From the beautiful homeland I am far away
I am tired
I miss Jesus,
Oh, when will I go?
Birds, beautiful flowers,
Want to enchant me
Earthly splendors are in vain,
But I contemplate my home.

Jesus gave me His promise
He will come for me
My heart is in a hurry
I want to fly now.
My sins were many
I am very guilty
But His blood cleanses me
I am going to my homeland.

I await His coming singing
My home in heaven
I will hear His steps sounding
Beyond the dark veil.
Birds, beautiful flowers,
Want to enchant me
Earthly splendors are in vain,
But I contemplate my home.