There's a story old, that has often been told, There's a story old, that has often been told, Há uma velha historia, que é frequentemente contada Of how our savior died, as they nailed his hands, Of how our savior died, as they nailed his hands, de como nosso salvador morreu, e como eles pregaram suas mãos, He cried they don't understand, He cried they don't understand, ele chorou e eles nao entenderam As the blood flowed from his side. As the blood flowed from his side. enquanto o sangue corria ao seu lado How can you refuse him now, how can you refuse him now, How can you refuse him now, how can you refuse him now, como você pode negá-lo agora? como você pode negá-lo agora? How can you turn away from his side, How can you turn away from his side, como você pode dar as costas à ele ? With tears in his eyes, on the cross there he died, With tears in his eyes, on the cross there he died, com lágrimas nos olhos dele, naquela cruz em que ele morreu How can you refuse Jesus now. How can you refuse Jesus now. como você pode negar a jesus agora ? As he hung there on the tree, he prayed for you and me, As he hung there on the tree, he prayed for you and me, enquanto ele ficou pendurado naquela árvore, Ele orou por mim e por ti There was no one his pain to ease, There was no one his pain to ease, nao havia ninguém para aliviar a dor dele Before he died, he faintly cried, Before he died, he faintly cried, e antes que morrese, ele chorou quase perdendo a consciencia: Father forgive them please. Father forgive them please. "Pai, por favor, perde-os"