Blessed are those servants good
Whom their Lord shall find
Wakeful, working when He comes
To His vineyard good
Girding up His
Loins He serves them all
They who worked with
Him from morn till eve
God the Father makes them sit
And the Son serves them
Lo, the Holy Paraclete
Plaits them victor's crowns
Halleluiah setting on their heads
Remember we those prophets and apostles...
Who preached the Christ to gentiles
Those crowned ones just and righteous
Those martyrs and confessors
Who bore torments and distress,
God's mother, saintly heroes,
Those faithful departed ones
Their entreaties be for us
At all times a strong fortress
