Тропа́рь воскрⷭ҇нъ, гла́съ г҃:
Troparion of the Resurrection, Tone 8
Да веселѧ́тсѧ нбⷭ҇наѧ, да ра́дꙋютсѧ земна̑ѧ: ꙗ҆́кѡ сотворѝ держа́вꙋ мы́шцею свое́ю гдⷭ҇ь, попра̀ сме́ртїю сме́рть, пе́рвенецъ ме́ртвыхъ бы́сть, и҆з̾ чре́ва а҆́дова и҆зба́ви на́съ, и҆ подадѐ мі́рови ве́лїю млⷭ҇ть.
Let the heavenly ones rejoice, let the earthly ones be glad: For the Lord hath wrought His authority by His arm, trampling death with death, the firstborn of the dead, who from the womb of Hades delivered us, and gave the world great mercy.
Сла́ва, и҆ ны́нѣ, бг҃оро́диченъ:
Glory, and now, O Theotokos
Тѧ̀ хода́тайствовавшꙋю сп҃се́нїе ро́да на́шегѡ, воспѣва́емъ бцⷣе дв҃о: пло́тїю бо ѿ тебѐ воспрїѧ́тою сн҃ъ тво́й, и҆ бг҃ъ на́шъ, крⷭ҇то́мъ воспрїи́мъ стрⷭ҇ть, и҆зба́ви на́съ ѿ тлѝ ꙗ҆́кѡ чл҃вѣколю́бецъ.
O thou who intercedest for our race, we sing to the Theotokos: For by thy flesh was thy Son received, and our God, who was received in the form of a servant, hath delivered us from the flesh, being man-loving.