So, make una sing to God! Make una sing praiz en name! Make una praiz di Pesin wey dey ride on-top kloud! Na God bi en name! Make una happy for en present!
So make una look heaven and eart! Di heavens go vanish like smoke, di eart go tear like old klot and all en pipol go die like fly. But wen I diliver am, e go last forever. My viktory, na di final one.
God vois bi like lion own from Mount Zion; en vois dey make nois from Jerusalem and di eart with di sky kon dey shake. But God go defend and protet en pipol.
Di day wen God go kom, go bi like wen tif dey kom for nite. Wen E kom, di heaven go disappear with loud nois and di stars for up go melt, di whole eart and evritin wey dey inside, go vanish.