6 Dæg byð ofer dæge, þær byð gedefe cynincg; beoð his winter eac wynnum iced, oð þone dæg þe he on Drihtnes sceal on ansyne andweard gangan,
for þam þu, Drihten, eart se dæl mines yrfes and se calic minre blisse, and þu eart se þe me geedniwodest min rice.
Þu gedydest þæt we mætan ure land mid rapum, and min hlyt gefeoll ofer þæt betste; for þam is min land nu foremære and me swyðe unbleo.
He þe bæd langes lifes, and þu hit him sealdest a worlda world.
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