C-ling to the true vine,
A-s we are the branches;
T-hose who remain in Christ
H-ope for the glorious bliss.
C-ling to the true vine,
E-arnestly stay with the fold;
N-ever ever do otherwise,
T-ill we grow mature and old.
E-agerly adhere to Christ's command,
N-ot to devil's deceitful sign;
O-n January twenty-eighth, cling to the true vine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem