Heavens, make una shaut dey happy! All di deep part for dis eart, make una shaut well-well! Make mountins and evry tree for di forest, shaut too, bikos God protet Israel pipol kon show how E great rish.
So heavens make una shaut for joy! Eart, make una shaut dey happy! Make di mountins bigin sing, bikos God go konfort en pipol kon sorry for di ones wey dey sofa.
E go give us peace. Wen Assyria pipol kom attack and break enter awa town, wi go choose seven rulers wey go wosh ova us and eight priests wey go lead us.
Pipol wey dey go for Jesus front and dem wey dey follow am for back kon dey shaut, “Praiz David Pikin! Di pesin wey kom with God name, God go bless am! Make wi praiz God wey dey heaven!”
“God love di pipol wey dey dis world well-well, so E kon send di only pikin wey E get to us, so dat anybody wey bilive am, nor go die, but e go get life wey nor dey end.
Den I hear evritin wey God kreate for heaven, eart, under eart, sea and evritin wey dey inside dem dey sing sey: “Make praiz, honor, glory and pawa to rule, bi di Pesin wey sidan for di throne and di Lamb own, forever and ever!”