Pesnya 7

Fear every rumor
My condescension is ineffable
By the will of the Most High
Descended even unto flesh

From the Virgin's womb came Man
Therefore, unbelievers, glorify

Having, my martyrs, an invincible fortress, and unconquerable

You humbled the godless command of the tormentors
And were deemed worthy of My Kingdom's manifestation
Enlightened by the Triune dawns, praiseworthy
The bitter hell was destroyed, which I destroyed

And having resurrected those who slept there from ages past
But even now, as good, those who passed to Me

O Merciful One, grant them the light of the never-setting sun