5 Þonne on wuldre gefeoð wel þa halgan, beoð on heora husum bliðe gedreme.
A byð blisse stefn beorht gehyred on soðfæstra swæsum muðe.
Ic his sacerdas swylce mid hælu georne gegyrwe, and gōde eac his þa halgan her habbað blisse.
Andetten þe, Drihten, ealle þine weorc and þe þine þa halgan her bletsien.
Drihten me ræt: ne byð me nanes gōdes wan.
On dæg bebead God his mildheortnesse cuman to me, me to gefriþianne wið þyssum yrmðum; and on niht he us bebead þæt we sceoldon singan his sang. Mid me beoð symble gearo gebedu to þam Gode þe me libbendne þanon gelædde.
And þonne on morgene mægene sæcge, hu he milde wearð manna cynne, and his soðe sæcge nihtes.