Воста́вше ѿ сна̀, припа́даемъ тѝ, бл҃же, и҆ а҆́гг҃льскꙋю пѣ́снь вопїе́мъ тѝ, си́льне: ст҃ъ, ст҃ъ, ст҃ъ є҆сѝ бж҃е, бцⷣею поми́лꙋй на́съ.
Risonte ex somno, adoramus te, Blazhe, et angelicam cantilenam voce elevemus tibi, potentissime: Sancte, sancte, sancte es Domine, Theotokon miserearis nostri.
Сла́ва: Ѿ ѻ҆дра̀ и҆ сна̀ воздви́глъ мѧ̀ є҆сѝ гдⷭ҇и: ѹ҆́мъ мо́й просвѣтѝ и҆ се́рдце, и҆ ѹ҆стнѣ̀ моѝ ѿве́рзи, во є҆́же пѣ́ти тѧ̀ ст҃а́ѧ трⷪ҇це: ст҃ъ, ст҃ъ, ст҃ъ є҆сѝ бж҃е, бцⷣею поми́лꙋй на́съ.
Glory: By Thee and by Thee uplifted was I, O Lord: by Thee enlighten my mind and heart, and by my lips confess with voice Thy holy Name: Holy, Holy, Holy, Thou art God, through the Theotokos have mercy on us.
И҆ ны́нѣ: Внеза́пꙋ сꙋдїѧ̀ прїи́детъ, и҆ коегѡ́ждо дѣѧ̑нїѧ ѡ҆бнажа́тсѧ, но стра́хомъ зове́мъ въ полꙋ́нощи: ст҃ъ, ст҃ъ, ст҃ъ є҆сѝ бж҃е, бцⷣею поми́лꙋй на́съ. Гдⷭ҇и, поми́лꙋй. [в҃і.]
And now: Suddenly the judgment shall come, and in every day shall be uncovered, but we call for fear in the night: Holy, Holy, Holy, art Thou, O Lord, have mercy on us. Lord, have mercy. [v.]