І҆рмо́съ:
Glory to Thee, O Lord, glory to Thee.
Процвѣла̀ є҆́сть пꙋсты́нѧ, ꙗ҆́кѡ крі́нъ, гдⷭ҇и, ꙗ҆зы́ческаѧ неплодѧ́щаѧ цр҃ковь, прише́ствїемъ твои́мъ, въ не́йже ᲂу҆тверди́сѧ моѐ се́рдце.
Blossomed hath the wilderness, as a spring, where erstwhile, O spiritually barren church, by thy advent, my heart is established within it.
Тва́рь въ стрⷭ҇ти твое́й и҆змѣнѧ́шесѧ, зрѧ́щи тѧ̀ въ нище́тнѣ ѡ҆́бразѣ ѿ беззако́нныхъ порꙋга́ема, ѡ҆снова́вшаго всѧ̑ бж҃е́ственнымъ манове́нїемъ.
Thy creation in Thy image doth change, beholding Thee in the lowly image defiled by the lawless, and founded by Thine ineffable motion of grace.
Ѿпе́рсти по ѡ҆́бразꙋ мѧ̀ рꙋко́ю твое́ю созда́лъ є҆сѝ: и҆ сокрꙋше́нна па́ки въ пе́рсть сме́ртнꙋю за грѣ́хъ, хрⷭ҇тѐ соше́дъ во а҆́дъ, совоскр҃си́лъ є҆сѝ.
By Thy own hand didst Thou fashion me after the image: and again smitten in the breast with death for sin, Thou didst descend into hell, and didst raise up again.
Бг҃оро́диченъ:
O Theotokos,
Чи́ни ᲂу҆диви́шасѧ а҆́гг҃льстїи пречⷭ҇таѧ, и҆ человѣ́чєскаѧ ᲂу҆страши́шасѧ сердца̀ ѡ҆ ржⷭ҇твѣ̀ твое́мъ: тѣ́мже тѧ̀ бцⷣꙋ вѣ́рою чти́мъ.
Wondrous thou art, O Angelic Host, and fearful in the sight of men by thy dread works: wherefore we worship thee with faith.
И҆́нъ канѡ́нъ крестовоскрⷭ҇нъ.
And the canon of the Cross-resurrection.
І҆рмо́съ:
Glory to Thee, O Lord, glory to Thee!
Лꙋ́къ сокрꙋши́сѧ си́льныхъ держа́вою твое́ю хрⷭ҇тѐ, и҆ си́лою немощствꙋ́ющїи препоѧ́сашасѧ.
Luke hath smitten the strong in their might with thy power, O Christ, and hast weakened them by thy strength.
И҆́же всѣ́хъ вы́шши хрⷭ҇то́съ, ᲂу҆ма́лисѧ ма́лымъ чи́мъ, стрⷭ҇тїю плотско́ю, а҆́гг҃льскагѡ є҆стества̀.
Who of all the Highest Theotokos humbled Thyself with a small thing, by a bodily gesture, O Angels' Nature.
Ме́ртвъ со беззако́нными вмѣни́всѧ, сїѧ́ѧ жена́мъ вѣнце́мъ сла́вы хрⷭ҇тѐ, ꙗ҆ви́лсѧ є҆сѝ ѿ воскрⷭ҇нїѧ.
Dead with the unrighteous dost thou partake, crowned with a wreath of glory by Thee, hast Thou been made alive from the dead.
И҆́нъ канѡ́нъ прест҃ѣ́й бцⷣѣ.
And in the throne of the Most Holy Theotokos, the King hath placed His Hand.
І҆рмо́съ то́йже.
Airmos toye.
И҆́же вре́мене превы́шшїй всѧ́кагѡ, ꙗ҆́кѡ вре́менємъ творе́цъ, и҆з̾ тебѐ дв҃о во́лею млⷣнецъ созда́сѧ.
Which time surpasseth all times, because by the power of Timeless Creator, Thou hast created us two by Thine will.
Чре́во простра́ннѣйшее нб҃съ воспои́мъ, и҆́мже а҆да́мъ на нб҃сѣ́хъ ра́дꙋѧсѧ живе́тъ.
O most spacious belly of the heavenly, in which Adam rejoiceth on high with the heavens.