Reader: Having hearts in Heaven, we imitate the rank of the Angels and with the fear of the Judge we will fall, crying out victorious praise:
Chorus: Holy, Holy, Holy art thou our God, through the prayers of the saints, thy apostle and Saint Nicholas, have mercy on us.
Reader: Glory to the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. The cherubs, flying, do not dare to behold You, calling with an exclamation the Divine song of the Trisagion voice, with them we cry out to You:
Chorus: Holy, holy, holy art thou, our God, through the prayers of all thy saints have mercy on us.
Reader: And now and ever and unto ages of ages. Amen. We sing with the multitude of our sins and do not dare to look at the heights of Heaven, soul and body bow down, from the Angels we cry out to Ti:
Choir: Holy, Holy, Holy art thou our God, through the Mother of God have mercy on us.