Boh sya razdaye, chto z Ho moze znaty,
Isus Mu im’ya, Mariya Mu Maty.

Pryspiv:
Tut Anhely chudyat'sya,
Rozdennoho boyat'sya,
A vil stoyit' tryasesya,
Osel sumno pasesya,
Pastyriye klyachut',
V ploty Boha bachut',
Tut-ze, tut-ze,
Tut-ze, tut-ze, tut...

Piznaly chory vsi anhels'ki cilo,
Shcho Boh pravdyvyi prynyav lyuds'ke tilo.

Mariya Mu maty, harno Mu spivaye,
A chor anhels'kyi yiy dopomahaye.

Yosyf starenkyi kolyshe Dytyatko:
Lyulyay ze, lyulyay male Otrochatko!

Try cari slavni u vertep prychodyat',
Lyvan i smyrnu, zloto prynosyat'.

Bidni pastyri k Nemu prybihayut',
I yako carya svoyeho vytayut'.

I my dnes' rado k Nemu prybihaymo,
Bohu vo ploty chvalu chest' viddaymo!