I bow kon woship Yu for yor holy temple. I dey praiz yor name, bikos of yor faithfulnes and love wey nor dey fail; bikos Yu don make yor promise and e high pass di sky.
Wen God wey dey lead heaven sojas don ponish dis pipol, dem go praiz am and afta E don judge all of dem, evribody go know sey Oga God get pawa well-well.
So, as straw and dry grass dey burn for fire, na so too dia life and all di betta tins wey dem get, go dry and blow trowey, bikos dem don rijet wetin Israel God wey get pawa, tish us.
Na mi bi di high and holy God, di Pesin wey go live forever. Where I dey stay, dey high and holy, but I still dey stay with pipol wey dey honbol and ready to turn from sin kom meet mi, so dat I go give dem mind and hope again.
Di ship dem dey kom from far; dem dey karry God pipol with silva and gold kom back to dia house and to take honor God name, di Oga wey bi Israel pipol God wey dey holy and all di nashon dey honor en pipol.
Make I tell una di trut, Christ kom as Jew pipol savant to show sey, God don keep di promise wey E make with dia grand-grand papa dem. Christ still kom,