Sábado do Meu Senhor
1. Gosto de cantar um hino
Ao sentir cercar-me o mal,
Ao vagar qual peregrino
Para o lar celestial.
Mas real prazer no canto
Sinto ao dar o meu louvor,
Ao cantar no dia santo,
Sábado do meu Senhor.
2. Que prazer ouvir as vozes,
Coros mil angelicais!
Dores vis, as mais atrozes,
Logo não as sinto mais.
Mas real prazer no canto
Sinto ao dar o meu louvor,
Ao cantar no dia santo,
Sábado do meu Senhor.
3. Ouço a voz da Natureza
A louvar o Criador;
Penso a sós, com tal beleza,
Quanto é débil meu louvor.
Mas real prazer no canto
Hei de ter no lar de amor,
Ao louvar o Mestre santo,
Grande Deus e Redentor.
Saturday of My Lord
1. I like to sing a hymn
When I feel surrounded by evil,
As I wander like a pilgrim
Towards the heavenly home.
But real pleasure in singing
I feel when I give my praise,
When I sing on the holy day,
Saturday of my Lord.
2. What a pleasure to hear the voices,
Thousands of angelic choirs!
Visible pains, the most atrocious,
Soon I don't feel them anymore.
But real pleasure in singing
I feel when I give my praise,
When I sing on the holy day,
Saturday of my Lord.
3. I hear the voice of Nature
Praising the Creator;
I think alone, with such beauty,
How weak my praise is.
But real pleasure in singing
I will have in the home of love,
When praising the holy Master,
Great God and Redeemer.