Бг҃ото́чною кро́вїю, ꙗ҆́коже и҆скꙋпи́лъ є҆сѝ на́съ дре́вле ѿ зако́нныѧ клѧ́твы і҆и҃се, си́це и҆змѝ на́съ ѿ сѣ́ти, є҆́юже ѕмі́й запѧ́тъ ны̀ страстьмѝ плотски́ми, и҆ блꙋ́днымъ наважде́нїемъ, и҆ ѕлы́мъ ѹ҆ны́нїемъ, вопїю́щыѧ тѝ: Ґллилꙋ́їа.
By the precious Blood, as Thou didst sprinkle us anciently from the bonds of the covenantal oaths, even so dost Thou now free us from the nets, wherein sin's cords have entangled us, and by which our fleshly passions, and by which our wandering delusions, cry out to Thee: Glagolya.