Costa min, god, swa hit cyn wese,
and minre heortan gehygd her gesceawa,
þone fælan geþanc; frine me syþþan
and mine stige ongit gestaðelode.
And þu sylfa geseoh, gif ic on swiculne weg
oþþe on unrihte ahwær eode;
gelæd me þonne, lifes ealdor,
þæt ic on ecne weg æghwær gange.