St. Martin de Porres

St. Martin de Porres, his shepherd's staff a dusty broom

St. Martin de Porres, the poor made a shrine of his tomb

St. Martin de Porres, he gentled creatures tame and wild

St. Martin de Porres, he sheltered each unsheltered child

This man of love, born of the flesh, yet of God

This humble man healed the sick, raised the dead, his hand is quick

To feed beggars and sinners, the starving homeless and the stray

Oh Black Christ of the Andes, come feed and cure us now we pray

Spare, oh lord

Spare my people

Lest you be angered with me, forever

(Lest you be angered with me, forever)

This man, this man

Of love, born of the flesh, yet of God

This humble man healed the sick, raised the dead, his hand is quick

St. Martin de Porres, he gentled creatures tame and wild

St. Martin de Porres, he sheltered each unsheltered child