Їрмо́съ: Безнача́льна роди́телѧ сн҃ъ, бг҃ъ и҆ гдⷭ҇ь, вопло́щьсѧ ѿ дв҃ы на́мъ ꙗ҆ви́сѧ, ѡ҆мрачє́ннаѧ просвѣти́ти, собра́ти расточє́ннаѧ: тѣ́мъ всепѣ́тꙋю бцⷣꙋ велича́емъ.
Припѣ́въ: Се́рдце чи́сто сози́жди во мнѣ̀ бж҃е, и҆ дꙋ́хъ пра́въ ѡ҆бновѝ во ѹ҆тро́бѣ мое́й. Хрⷭ҇то́съ є҆́сть, вкꙋси́те и҆ ви́дите: гдⷭ҇ь на́съ ра́ди, по на́мъ бо дре́вле бы́вый, є҆ди́ною себѐ прине́съ, ꙗ҆́кѡ приноше́нїе ѻ҆ц҃ꙋ̀ своемꙋ̀, при́снѡ закала́етсѧ, ѡ҆сщ҃а́ѧй причаща́ющыѧсѧ. Припѣ́въ: Не ѿве́ржи менє̀ ѿ лица̀ твоегѡ̀, и҆ д¦а твоегѡ̀ ст҃а́гѡ не ѿимѝ ѿ менє̀. Дꙋше́ю и҆ тѣ́ломъ да ѡ҆сщ҃ꙋ́сѧ влⷣко, да просвѣщꙋ́сѧ, да сп҃сꙋ́сѧ, да бꙋ́дꙋ до́мъ тво́й, причаще́нїемъ сщ҃е́нныхъ та̑инъ, живꙋ́щаго тѧ̀ и҆мѣ́ѧ въ себѣ̀ со ѻ҆ц҃е́мъ и҆ д¦омъ, бл҃годѣ́телю многомлⷭ҇тиве. Припѣ́въ: Возда́ждь мѝ ра́дость сп҃се́нїѧ твоегѡ̀, и҆ д¦омъ влⷣчнимъ ѹ҆тверди́ мѧ. Ꙗ҆́коже ѻ҆́гнь да бꙋ́детъ мѝ, и҆ ꙗ҆́кѡ свѣ́тъ тѣ́ло твоѐ, и҆ кро́вь сп҃се мо́й пречⷭ҇тна́ѧ: ѡ҆палѧ́ѧ грѣхо́вное вещество̀, сжига́ѧ же страсте́й те́рнїе, и҆ всего́ мѧ просвѣща́ѧ, покланѧ́тисѧ бжⷭ҇твꙋ̀ твоемꙋ̀. Припѣ́въ: Прест҃а́ѧ бцⷣе, сп҃сѝ на́съ. Бг҃ъ воплоти́сѧ ѿ чⷭ҇тыхъ крове́й твои́хъ, тѣ́мже всѧ́кїй ро́дъ пое́тъ тѧ̀ влⷣчце, ѹ҆́мнаѧ же мно́жєства сла́вѧтъ, ꙗ҆́кѡ тобо́ю ꙗ҆́вѣ ѹ҆зрѣ́ша всѣ́ми влⷣчествꙋющаго, ѡ҆сꙋществова́вшагосѧ чл҃вѣ́чествомъ.
**Choir Response:** A pure heart fashion thee in me, O Lord, and a right spirit renew in my womb. Jesus Christ is the true taste: taste and see; for He who was ancient of days, before us, offered Himself as an offering to His own, that He might be sanctified by those partaking thereof.
**Choir Response:** Do not cast me off from Thy face, nor let Thy saintly age depart from me. By soul and body may I be made holy, enlightened, saved, becoming a house for Thee through the receiving of the divine mysteries, living in Thee and with Thee, O Goodness, full of grace.
**Choir Response:** Give me joy of Thy salvation, and establish me in the house of Thy Lady. As fire is to me, and as light is Thy body, and as precious blood my spittle: quenching sinful flesh, burning away passions like thorns, and wholly enlightening me, I shall prostrate myself before Thee.
**Choir Response:** O Theotokos, save us. God was made man from thy pure blood; by this all peoples sing to Thy Lady, and the multitude magnify her, for through thee we saw with our own eyes Him who appeared in human form.