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A na hori zyta mnoho,
Po dolyni oves.
Otvorylys raiski dveri,
Kazut: "Chrystos voskres!"
Ta i vdaryly v usi dzvony,
Chuty az na horu.
Zbyraitesya, ljudy dobri,
Do Bozoho dvoru.
Zbyraitesya, ljudy dobri,
i sluhaite nauky,
Bo isus Chrystos yak Syn Bozyi
Pryinyav za nas muky.
A isus Chrystos yak Syn Bozyi
Muchenky pryimaye,
Ne mozemo vidmolyty,
Shcho nam Hospod daye.
A v nashoyi ta i cerkovci
Prestolyk novenkyi,
A tam budut prysyehaty
Dvoye molodenkyh.
A uzyaly poza shyyu
Rantushok bilenkyi,
Oi nihto z yih ne rozluchyt,
Chiba Boh svyatenkyi.
