"Mas ajuntai tesouros no céu"
(Mateus 6:20)
Letra: Charles Wesley, Hymns and Sacred Poems, 1749
Música: George Frederick Root
Tradução: Almeida Sobrinho
1
Bem-aventurados são
Os de limpo coração,
Que não buscam as riquezas para si;
A tranqüilidade e paz,
Que desfrutam, oh, jamais,
Poderão discriminadas ser por mim!
Coro
Oh, Cantemos aleluia!
Jubilosos, com poder!
Bem Alegres, com fervor,
Demos a Jesus louvor,
E mais gozo vamos dEle receber!
2
Grande dita e mui, favor
Me concede meu Senhor,
Pelo sangue que por mim verteu na cruz;
Tornará também meu ser,
Cheio de veraz prazer,
Se viver e caminhar na Sua Luz!
3
Ao Senhor obedecer,
DEle mesmo me encher,
Para mim isto é o verdadeiro céu;
E por Seu imenso amor,
Para o pobre pecador,
Quero aqui, louvá-Lo, e além do véu!
4
Quão perfeita, é minha paz!
Não anelo nada mais,
Quero sempre aqui fazer o Seu querer;
Tenho o amado Salvador,
E possuo Seu amor;
Gozarei eternamente mui prazer!
(Versão 1)
HOW HAPPY ARE THEY
1
How happy are they
Who the Savior obey,
And have laid up their treasure above!
Tongue can never express
The sweet comfort and peace
Of a soul in its earliest love.
Refrain
We´ll all shout Hallelujah!
As we march along the way;
And we´ll sing redeeming love,
With the shining hosts above;
And with Jesus we´ll be happy all the way.
2
That sweet comfort was mine,
When the Father divine
I first found in the blood of the Lamb;
When my heart first believed,
What a joy I received,
What heaven in Jesus’ Name!
3
’Twas a heaven below
My Redeemer to know,
And the angels could do nothing more,
Than to fall at His feet,
And the story repeat,
And the Lover of sinners adore.
4
Jesus all the day long
Was my joy and my song:
O that all His salvation might see!
“He hath loved me,” I cried,
“He hath suffered and died,
To redeem a poor rebel like me.”
5
O the rapturous height
Of that holy delight
Which I felt in the life giving blood!
By my Savior possessed,
I was perfect blest,
As if filled with the fullness of God.
The Salvation Army Music (1900)
(Versão 2)
JESUS LOVES THE LITTLE CHILDREN
“Let the little children come to Me, and do not hinder them,
for the kingdom of Heaven belongs to such as these.”
(Matthew 19:14)
Words: C. Herbert Woolston (1856-1927)
Music: George F. Root (1820-1895).
1
Jesus calls the children dear,
“Come to me and never fear,
For I love the little children of the world;
I will take you by the hand,
Lead you to the better land,
For I love the little children of the world.”
Refrain
Jesus loves the little children,
All the children of the world.
Red and yellow, black and white,
All are precious in His sight,
Jesus loves the little children of the world.
Alternate refrain:
[Jesus died for all the children,
All the children of the world.
Red and yellow, black and white,
All are precious in His sight,
Jesus died for all the children of the world.]
2
Jesus is the Shepherd true,
And He’ll always stand by you,
For He loves the little children of the world;
He’s a Savior great and strong,
And He’ll shield you from the wrong,
For He loves the little children of the world.
3
I am coming, Lord, to Thee,
And Your soldier I will be,
For You love the little children of the world;
And Your cross I’ll always bear,
And for You I’ll do and dare,
For You love the little children of the world.
FONTE: The Cyberhymnal
HISTÓRIA
Esta melodia, cujo título original era “Tramp, Tramp, Tramp”, também conhecida por "Prisioners hope" (A esperança dos prisioneiros), foi escrita nos anos 1860 (letra e música), por George Frederick Root, especialmente para servir como cântico da Guerra Civil americana.
Veja o texto da música Tramp, Tramp, Tramp:
1
In my prison cell I sit,
thinking, Mother, dear, of you,
and my happy Southern home so far away;
and my eyes they fill with tears
'spite of all that I can do,
though I try to cheer my comrades and be gay.
CHORUS
Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!
The boys are marching;
cheer up, comrades, they will come.
And beneath the stars and bars
we shall breathe the air again
of freemen in our own beloved home.
2
In the battle front we stood
when their fiercest charge they made,
and our soldiers by the thousands sank to die;
but before they reached our lines,
they were driven back dismayed,
and the "Rebel yell"went upward to the sky.
3
Now our great commander Lee
crosses broad potomac's stream,
and his legions marching Northward take their way.
On pennsylvania's roads
will their trusty muskets gleam,
and her iron hills shall echo to the fray.
4
In the cruel stockade-pen
dying slowly day by day,
for weary months we've waited all in vain;
but if God will speed the way
of our gallant boys in gray,
I shall see your face, dear Mother, yet again.
5
When I close my eyes in sleep,
all the dear ones 'round me come,
at night my little sister to me calls;
and mocking visions bring
all the warm delights of home,
while we freeze and starve in Northern prison walls.
6
So the weary days go by,
and we wonder as we sigh,
if with sight of home we'll never more be blessed.
Our hearts within us sink,
and we murmur, though we try
to leave it all with him who knowest best.
Tramp, Tramp, Tramp
-.-
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