Brazil

From the four corners of this land

We hear a cry, we hear a prayer

The tears of hope and faith are shed

To pray for days that are still ahead

We have a promise of revival

The nations wait for it to see

And now, in heritance, our country

We declare

Brazil, there's a people here who love you

Brazil, there's a dream that God has given

We cry out to him, we believe his faithful plan

Soon he will come, to restore you once again

If my people, who are called by my holy name

Humble themselves, if they pray

If they seek my face

If my people who are called by my holy name

Repent and turn away from their wicked ways

I will hear, I will forgive

I will heal their land

If my people, who are called by my holy name

Humble themselves, if they pray

If they seek my face

Se o meu povo que se chama pelo meu nome

Dos seus caminhos maus se desviar

Eu ouvirei, perdoarei

Sua terra sararei