A Seara Está Madura
Harpa Cristã
The Harvest is Ripe
The harvest is ripe
Oh, work to do
There was the voice of God calling
For the harvest to bring you
From your labor the fruit increases
When you live always praying
You will have a fair reward
If you go to work
Blessed is the servant
Who lived working
To the faithful the Father declares
In my pleasure you will enter
