7 Æteow us milde mod, mihtig Drihten, and us þine hæle syle her to genihte.
“Seo ofrung lofes me licað swiðost and me eac swyðost weorþað, and on þære offrunga is se rihtwisa weg; on þære ic getæce Godes hælo eallum þam þe swa doð.”
Ic hine generige and his naman swylce gewuldrige geond ealle werðeoda, and him lifdagas lange sylle, swylce him mine hælu holde ætywe.