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