Gólgota
Lá no caminho do gólgota vejo sofrendo
O meu amado Jesus a caminhar
Pesada cruz em seus ombros ali vai gemendo
Não tendo alguém ao seu lado pra lhe amparar
Vejo com olhos da fé os seus passos na areia
Vejo o lugar da caveira a lhe esperar
Vejo pregado na cruz com olhar de ternura
Orando e dizendo, Oh Pai: Consumado está
Deus, o seu Pai lá do céu, atônito olhando
Vendo com dor o seu filho ao calvário subir
Tinha poder de livrá-lo daquela amargura
Mas era mister nessa hora a escritura cumprir
Vejo com olhos da fé os seus passos na areia
Vejo o lugar da caveira a lhe esperar
Vejo pregado na cruz com olhar de ternura
Orando e dizendo, Oh Pai: Consumado está
Como um cordeiro de Deus, não abriu sua boca
E ao matadouro seguiu sem reclamar
Formosura nenhuma havia em seu rosto
Pisado por nossos pecados sem nunca pecar
Vejo com olhos da fé os seus passos na areia
Vejo o lugar da caveira a lhe esperar
Vejo pregado na cruz com olhar de ternura
Orando e dizendo, Oh Pai: Consumado está
Vejo com olhos da fé os seus passos na areia
Vejo o lugar da caveira a lhe esperar
Vejo pregado na cruz com olhar de ternura
Orando e dizendo, Oh Pai: Consumado está
Golgotha
There on the path to Golgotha I see suffering
My beloved Jesus walking
Heavy cross on his shoulders there he goes groaning
Having no one by his side to support him
I see with eyes of faith his steps in the sand
I see the place of the skull waiting for him
I see nailed to the cross with a look of tenderness
Praying and saying, Oh Father: It is finished
God, his Father from heaven, looking astonished
Seeing with pain his son going up to Calvary
Had the power to deliver him from that bitterness
But it was necessary at that time to fulfill the scripture
I see with eyes of faith his steps in the sand
I see the place of the skull waiting for him
I see nailed to the cross with a look of tenderness
Praying and saying, Oh Father: It is finished
Like a lamb of God, he did not open his mouth
And followed to the slaughter without complaining
There was no beauty in his face
Trampled for our sins without ever sinning
I see with eyes of faith his steps in the sand
I see the place of the skull waiting for him
I see nailed to the cross with a look of tenderness
Praying and saying, Oh Father: It is finished
I see with eyes of faith his steps in the sand
I see the place of the skull waiting for him
I see nailed to the cross with a look of tenderness
Praying and saying, Oh Father: It is finished