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Swa se hælend us helpe gefremede
þurh his lices gedal, lif butan ende,
swa se fugel swetum his fiþru tu
ond wynsumum wyrtum gefylleð,
fægrum foldwæstmum, þonne afysed bið.
þæt sindon þa word, swa us gewritu secgað,
hleoþor haligra, þe him to heofonum bið,
to þam mildan gode, mod afysed
in dreama dream, þær hi dryhtne to giefe
worda ond weorca wynsumne stenc
in þa mæran gesceaft meotude bringað,
in þæt leohte lif. Sy him lof symle
þurh woruld worulda, ond wuldres blæd,
ar ond onwald, in þam uplican
rodera rice. He is on ryht cyning
middangeardes ond mægenþrymmes,
wuldre biwunden in þære wlitigan byrig.
Hafað us alyfed lucis auctor
þæt we motun her merueri,
goddædum begietan gaudia in celo,
þær we motun maxima regna
secan ond gesittan sedibus altis,
lifgan in lisse lucis et pacis,
agan eardinga almæ letitie,
brucan blæddaga, blandem et mitem
geseon sigora frean sine fine,
ond him lof singan laude perenne,
eadge mid englum. Alleluia.