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"
