7 Gecyr mine sawle clæne on þine rædæs reste, rice Drihten; þu me wel dydest on woruldlife.
Gild þinum esne gōde dæde; ic on lifdagum lustum healde þinra worda waru mid wisdome.
and ic singe þam Gode þe me eall gōd syleð, and lofie þinne naman, þu hehsta God.
þæt ic ær on yrre aðe benemde, gif hi on mine reste ricene eodon.