Vestes Brancas

Behold, the day has come when the bridegroom will come to take away his bride
Prepare, O Israel, to meet the Lord your God!

My Church, sanctify yourself today
My church, purify your garments and I will reward you
With a crown here in heaven, with streets of gold and crystal
My Church, do not be like Laodicea, it is either hot or cold, I throw out the lukewarm
My son, listen carefully to what the Spirit says to the church: purify, sanctify, do not lose your inheritance to anyone

My clothes are white, I am washed in the blood
My clothes are white, I am not of this world
My clothes are white, I will enter heaven
I will embrace the beloved groom and sing with the angels

Holy, Holy, Holy Holy
Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy
Holy, Holy, Holy

Church of the Lord, it is the last hour
Purify your garments, check your lamps
There's no point in mixing, the chaff will stay here
The saint who sanctifies himself more, it's time to wake up
We are in this world in passing
We will take a trip soon
Do not defile yourself, do not bow down to sin
Purify, sanctify, do not lose your inheritance to anyone

My clothes are white, I am washed in the blood
My clothes are white, I am not of this world
My clothes are white, I will enter heaven
I will embrace the beloved groom and sing with the angels