1 Oga God, na Yu bi my God! I go praiz yor name kon show as Yu good rish, bikos Yu don do wonderful tins and na as Yu tok before-before, na so Yu do am.
My Oga God, Yu don do wonderful tins for us. Wetin Yu plan for us too many to kount. Nobody bi like Yu. If I start to kount all di wonderful tins wey Yu don do, I nor go fit kount dem finish.
Wi nor go hide dis trut from awa shidren; wi go tell di next generashon about di good-good tins wey God do, en pawa and di wonderful tins wey dey sopraiz us.
I know di end from di biginnin and na from wen I kreate di world I don dey tok tins before dem happen. I sey na as I plan am, na so e go bi and I go do am as I wont am.
So I ansa, “I don work well-well, yet my work nor mean anytin! I use all my pawa, but I nor gain anytin.” But I still bilive sey, God go defend and reward mi for evritin wey I don do.
And naw, Oga God sey, na mi kreate and form yu from yor mama belle as my savant, so dat yu go bring Jakob, my pipol kom back to mi kon gada Israel togeda. Dis na bikos Oga God don honor mi and na-im bi my strent.
Jerusalem pipol dey happy, bikos of wetin God don do. E bi like yong woman wey dem dress ready for marriage. God don wear salvashon and viktory klot for en body.
Dem dey sing Moses wey bi God savant and di Lamb song sey: “God wey dey mighty, si as di tins wey yu dey do dey big and wonderful! Yu wey bi king for all nashons. Yu nor dey do parsha and evritin wey yu dey do, na true.
Den I si heaven open and one white horse dey kom out! Dem dey koll di Pesin wey dey ride di horse, “Faithfulnes and Trut.” E dey judge without parsha or wayo even as E dey go fight war.