Svetye tikhii Svyatyya slavy, bessmertnago, Otsa nebesnago, svyatago blazhennago, Iisuse Khriste! Prishedshe na zapad sontsa, videvshe svet vecherni,
Poyem otsa, Syna, i svyatago Dukha, Boga, Dostoin yesi vo vsya vremena pet byti glasy prepodobnymi, Syne Bozhi, zhivot dayay: Temzhe mir Tya slavit.
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O gladsome light Of the Father Immortal And of the celestial Sacred and blessed Jesus, our Saviour! Now to the sunset Again hast thou brought us; And, seeing the evening twilight, [We bless thee, praise thee, adore thee!] We hymn the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, God. For meet it is that at all times thou shouldst be praised by voices undefiled, O Son of God, who givest life: All the world doth praise thee.
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