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 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