Raduytesya, lyubi Otche!
Z takoyi novyny
Bo y vse nebo veselyt'sya
Nynishnoyi dnyny.

I my Otche, dnes' prybuly
Do Vashoyi chaty,
Narozdennomu Isusu
Pisnyu zaspivaty.

Toz my pisnyu vze skinchyly
Nashuyu spivaty,
A teperky my Vam chochem
Dobra pozelaty:

My ze layem, dlya Vas, Otche,
Dobra v Vashiy chati,
Shchob Vy chuly sya shchaslyvi,
Yak v Boziy palati.

Shchob Vy z namy, shche tut dovho
Mohly prozyvaty,
Ta y na dali slavu Bozu
Shchyro rozshyryaty.

A Isus-Dytyatko,
Shcho vsi dila znaye,
Tak i Vashi, lyubi Otche,
Vse Vin pam’yataye.

Toz i nyni ne zabud'te
Kolyadu Mu daty,
Shchob my mohly chym Ho v yaslach
Shchyro pryvytaty.

Bo tam Yosyf iz Mariyov
Na nas vze chekayut',
Ta blazenni s'vyati ruky
Do nas vytyahayut'.

Shchob my trochy shchos' prynesly
Ohritiyi Dytynu,
Shcho zrodyla nam Prechysta
V nynishnuyu dnynu.

Toz my skoro vze spishimsya,
Bo nam chas mynaye,
A Otcya my pryvytaymo:
Chrystos sya razdaye!