“I, indeed, div in watir bapteeze ye intil repentance; but he wha follows me is sterker nor mysel; whase shoon Iʼse no fit to cairry; he sal bapteeze ye wiʼ Holie Spirit, and flaughts oʼ fire.
To anither ane, wunner‐warks and pooers; to anither, speakin for God; to anither, discernin oʼ spirits; to anither, mony tongues; but to anither, interpretin oʼ tongues.
And the tongue is a fire, a warld oʼ wickedness! The tongue is amang oor pairts as that whilk defiles the hail body; and sets a‐lowe the wheel oʼ oor nateral life, and is set a‐lowe by hell!
And I saw anither Angel, flyin iʼ the mids oʼ the lift, haein the evir‐durin Gude‐news to deliver to thae that dwall on the yirth, eʼen to ilka nation, and tribe, and tongue, and folk.