Interesting how Caedmon composed that hymn. He was drinking with a bunch of his buddies and they were passing the harp around, composing on the fly. When the harp came to him he passed, saying that he never could versify. He left and went out into the alley to drink alone when an angel came to him and said, "Sure, you can do it. Just give it a try." So he went back in, grabbed the harp and came up with this:

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    Nu sculon herigean         heofonrices weard,
    meotodes meahte         and his modgeþanc,
    weorc wuldorfæder,         swa he wundra gehwæs,
    ece drihten,         or onstealde.

    He ærest sceop         eorðan bearnum
    heofon to hrofe,         halig scyppend;
    þa middangeard         moncynnes weard,
    ece drihten,         æfter teode
    firum foldan,         frea ælmihtig.