Vestes Brancas

Behold, the day has come when the groom will come to fetch his bride
Prepare yourself, 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, be hot or cold, the lukewarm I will cast out
My son, listen well, what the Spirit says to the church purify, sanctify, do not lose your inheritance to anyone

My garments are white, I have been washed by the blood
My garments are white, I am not of this world
My garments 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 already the last hour
Purify your garments, check your lamps
It's no use to mix, the tares will stay here
The saint who sanctifies more, it's time to wake up
We are in this world temporarily
Soon we will take a trip
Do not be contaminated, do not bow to sin
Purify yourself, sanctify yourself, do not lose your inheritance to anyone

My garments are white, I have been washed by the blood
My garments are white, I am not of this world
My garments are white, I will enter heaven
I will embrace the beloved groom and sing with the angels