Syn Bozyi vid Otcya z neba prychodyt',
Diva Mariya nyni Isusa rodyt'.
Lasku prynosyt', chto Yoho prosyt',
Hrishnym proshchaye, hrichy zmyvaye,
Boze, Ty nezbahnennyi, Tviy trud spasennyi.

Preslavne Boze chudo svit obletilo,
Chrystos pryinyav na sebe lyuds'keye tilo!
Diva nosyla, Syna vrodyla,
I spovyvaye y nizno vkladaye
V yaslach na sini Syna v temniy yaskyni.

Anhely vsi spivayut': slava Tvorcevi!
I tvoryat' Yoho volyu vnyzu, v vertepi,
Pastyri hrayut', Chrysta vitayut',
Osel boyit'sya, a vil tryaset'sya,
Try cari pryvitaly – Boha piznaly.

Irod zlyi i prelyutyi tak rozserdyvsya,
Shcho volodar predvichnyi tut narodyvsya.
Dity karaye, krov prolyvaye,
Bat'ky rydayut', lasky blahayut',
Irod lychyi ne chuye, v zlosti lyutuye.

Iroda toho zloho kara spitkala.
A Bozomu Dytyati chay bude slava:
Vin nash uchytel, vsim nam spasytel,
Vin nasha vticha, pomich, opika,
Hlyan, Boze, na nash narid – day yomu volyu!