Bozyi Syn narodyvsya,
Svit cilyi rozbudyvsya,
Vsi spishat' vitaty,
O, Mariyu, Bozu Matir
I darunky nesut'.

Kozen z radistyu lyne
Do Svyatoyi Dytyny,
Choche v ruky vzyaty
Nizne tilo nemovlyaty,
Shcho z’yavylos' na svit.

Harni, lahidni ochi –
Dva vohni sered nochi,
A usmishka shchyra
Znov mali usta nakryla
Tychym lahidnym snom.

Ty, malenka dytyno,
Nasha vira yedyna,
Z cym velykym svyatom,
O, Mariye, Boza Maty,
My vitayem Tebe. (ost 3 ryadky – 2)