3 Ys þin milde mod micele betere þonne þis læne lif þe we lifiað on; weleras ðe mine wynnum heriað.
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For þam hit ys cyn þæt min wuldor and min gylp þe herige, þæt ic ne wurðe gedrefed. Drihten, min God, on ecnesse ic þe herige.
for þam open wracu ys on his yrsunga, and soð lif on þam, þæt man wrece his willan. Þeah we wepon on æfen, he gedeð þæt we hlihhað on morgen.
Manig man cwyð: “Hwa tæcð us teala, and hwa sylð us þa gōd þe us man gehæt?” And is, þeah, geswutelod ofer us þin gifu, þeah hi swa ne cweðen.
Mine sawle þyrst and lyst þæt heo mæge cuman to Gode, for þam he is se libbenda wylle. Eala Dryhten, hwænne gewyrð þæt, þæt ic cume and ætywe beforan Godes ansyne?
Þuruh his mihte ic muðe cleopige oþþe mine tungan tidum blissade.
Þyder ealdormen ofstum coman, and gegaderade gleowe sungon on þæra manna midle geongra on tympanis togenum strengum,
Gehyr, Drihten, me, for þon gedefe is þin milde mod mannum fremsum, and for mænigeo miltsa þinra geseoh on me swylce, Drihten.
Ys on þinre gesihðe soð andetnes, fæger halignes fæste gebletsad and weorðlic wlite wuldres þines.