Dem nor win di land with dia swod and nor bi dia own strong hand make dem win, but na yor rite and strong hand with di shinin-shinin lite from yor face, help dem, bikos Yu love dem.
Make una tink of Abraham, una grand-grand papa and Sarah wey born una. Wen I koll Abraham, e nor get pikin, but I bless and gi-am shidren kon make en shidren-shidren, plenty.
Tell dem wetin I dey tok. Wen I choose Israel, I promise Jakob shidren-shidren kon show mysef and tell dem wen dem dey Egypt sey: ‘Na mi bi di Oga wey bi dia God.’
“Naw, make yu go tell Israel pipol dis message wey mi God wey get pawa get for dem: Wetin I won do nor bi bikos of una, but na bikos of my holy name; di name wey una don disgrace for evriwhere.
Bikos E love una grand-grand papa, E kon choose to bless dia shidren-shidren and na en own hand E take komot una from Egypt with all di wonders wey E do.
Make una si di kind love wey awa God get for us. And naw, pipol dey koll us God shidren and true-true, na God shidren wi bi. Di world nor know us, bikos dem nor know am.