The Paris Psalter: Psalm 94
cumaþ nu togædere
wutun cweman gode
wynnum drihten
wealdend herigean
urum hælende
hyldo gebeodan
wutun his ansyne
ærest secean
þæt we andettan
ure fyrene
and we sealmas him
singan mid wynne
forþon is se micla god
mihtig drihten
and se micla cynincg
ofer eall manna godu
forþon ne wiþdrifeþ
drihten usser
his agen folc
æfre æt þearfe
he þas heahbeorgas
healdeþ swylce
eac he sæs wealdeþ
and he sette þone
worhte his folme eac
foldan drige
cumaþ him fore
and cneow bigeaþ
on ansyne
ures drihtnes
and him wepan fore
þe us worhte ær
forþon he is drihten god
dema usser
wærun we his fæle folc
and his fægere sceap
þa he on his edisce
ær afedde
gif ge to dæge
drihtnes stefne
holde gehyran
næfre ge heortan geþanc
deorce forhyrden
drihtnes willan
swa on grimnesse
fyrn geara dydan
on þam wraþan dæge
and on westenne
þær min þurh facen
fæderas eowre
þisse cneorisse
cunnedan georne
þær hi cunnedan
cuþ ongeaton
and min sylfes weorc
gesawon mid eagum
nu ic feowertig
folce þyssum
wintra rimes
wunade neah
aa and symble cwæþ
and eac swa oncneow
þæt hi on heortan
hyge dysegedan
hi wegas mine
wihte ne oncneowan
þæt ic ær on yrre
aþe benemde
gif hi on mine reste
ricene eodon